”“Then I should spank you?” That I couldn’t answer. She waited, her hand caressing my ass. “Which is it baby?”“The second one.”“So y...ou deserve a spanking?”“Y-y-es.” It was barely a mumble.“Ask me baby.” She took both hands off of my body. “Or are you ready to go?”“No. Spank me. Please.”“Stick your bottom out for me. I want a good target. No trying to pull away, or they’ll be extras.” I did. I stuck my butt out for her. She made an approving noise, then used her hands to arch my back more, my. A few months later, I got the chance to move into a Flat with a female friend and I did. In a way I missed the spankings, and the feelings that went with them. I once managed to get one of my boyfriends to spank me, he didn’t enjoy it, but I did.Right, that’s enough of the history, now to how I changed my life forever.When I got home with ‘that’ magazine, I read it over and over. I was really intrigued by the stories and the pictures. It was all new to me, nobody around me ever talked about. I asked ” are u upset because I didn’t tell u I was in the college”? She gave a shy nod. I said ” would you mind sitting down with me in my car for a while so that I can speak while you are relaxed” ?She agreed and we went to my car, she was not looking at me and I knew it was real anger. I told her that I didn’t ask her because I didn’t want her to think I was flaunting my car in front of her (she was against show off’s and brats who pissed fire with their dad’s gifts, although she was herself. Wistful fantasies, I know,but one can hope.I never imaged the lust she would inspire when she returned. In lateJune, Monique returned to the neighborhood and I was thunderstruck.Gone was the girl next door, replacing it was a hungry predator, withstunning eyes and that figure on display. Her hair had been cut shorterinto a stunning bob that framed her face but only served to highlighther eyes, which now were heavily made up and had a wonderful darkness tothem. While the rest of us were.