My first thought...oh shit. When he started with the spanking and I started to laugh...the only thing I could think of was THIS is why people don’t like to play with me. It was a little surprising to him, the laughing...I can’t tell if he liked or hated it.
After it was done, he sat me on his lap, he started touching me...and something inside of me said “this is good”. And it was. I felt him. In the past month, I’d fantasized, obsessed, and imagined just what that would feel like...and it was even better than I’d ever could have imagined.