As Frankie tried to go back to her emails, she felt the sofa sink as he sat down right next to her. She felt a little uncomfortable with his closeness... and tried to move in towards the arm of the sofa to create a little space between them.Bob’s lips came to her ear as he whispered ‘no one has ever done to me what you did last week and for the record not only did I take your thong home I also retrieved your hold ups after you left, you won’t believe how many times I have cum over them. I had done that with other girls. However, she kept insisting I do it harder and harder. Eventually, her ass was pretty red from my repeated ass slaps and my hand was actually starting to hurt. It drove her nuts though and she would have these great orgasms from it, so I continue to indulge her even though it really wasn't something I was into. Eventually, spankings were enough for her and she asked me to slap her in the face while fucking her missionary. I found that really difficult to. Bob then began to spank me, hard. I screamed and cried and tried to get away but his other arm easily held me down.“Stop whining or I’ll give you twice as much “ he said gruffly. I bit my lip although tears still rolled down my cheek. After 25 or 30 smacks he paused and said “Now 1 for every year you’re old because of your whining “ he said. Bob was much slower now, pausing after each smack before delivering another. I realized to my alarm that I was feeling a large and growing bulge pushing. " Ok Lucille, you can call me..." Sir. I call you Sir." She interrupted me."Excuse me?" If you are "Sir" to my daughters, then you are "Sir" to me. In every sense of the word. And in case you are wondering, I am fully aware of the position I have just put myself in. I look at the Internet too, Sir." She smiled, then lowered her head, afraid she had insulted me. Or maybe, as if she feared she had been too forward.Talk about Surreal ... WOW!"MOM!" Amy said loudly. Bless that girl, she had saved.