She whispered, "It's alright baby. I promise I just want to love you, and make you feel good." I nodded and blankly stared into her eyes. She kissed m...y flat tummy, moving her own body down the bed to kneel on the floor at my feet. She kissed my leg just above my knee, pulling my body to the edge of the bed.As she kissed up my leg to my inner thigh, my weak protest went from, "Please stop, to please make me feel good." It was becoming obvious I was aroused. Aroused as I have never been before. I. ” “Over your daughter or over me spanking your daughter?” “Well, … oh, I see what you mean” Marsha said thoughtfully. “There’s no shame in wanting to be spanked. Ellie likes to be.” Marsha suddenly realised what Mrs Howard had said. “Does she like to be spanked?” “Oh yes, but properly, not the way you do it, or not do it as the case might be” she added sarcastically. “I didn’t realise. What about you?” “I enjoy spanking people. Like Ellie, and others.” “So you enjoy spanking. She handed me the file. It read that he went to an exclusive all boys’ Catholic school in Chicago and got mostly average grades. But here was an entry on his record “IQ 137” that's really fucking high. Then it got even more interesting, the file showed that he enlisted in the US Army in 1969 at age 17. By age eighteen he was in Vietnam and by nineteen he was a sergeant who had been wounded in action and awarded the Bronze Star for Gallantry. This guy had been to Vietnam alright, and he. Laid on my bed, naked save for my increasingly damp pink knickers, I touched and held my small breasts, letting her see me want her. She leant over, kissing me, massaging my breasts before her lips followed, kissing and licking each in turn, her hand lightly going down my stomach and over my wet mound. I gasped in excitement, "Fuck!" I moaned. She looked up at me from my stomach and giggled, teasing me, pulling down my panties, revealing my very tight, very wet, shaven pussy. I watched her.