“Fuck!” He yells loudly at the sensations and spectacles before him. His exclamations of joy are rich with conviction. We love when he tells us ho...w good we feel, no matter how he does it.One of us smiles and says in a teasing voice “Mmmm… Feeling so good so soon?”“You are just better at this every time we see each other.”“Well, we learn from experience, just like you do.”“Have you had lots of experience since last I saw you, then?”Two of us respond in unplanned unison, “So much.”After a. You still have one hand on my leg and this time you go ahead and put it right on my crotch. Now you feel how hard I am and you get even hornier... your right hand is in your panties so you can feel your own wetness. You like it, and smile at me. With your left hand you start undoing my pants; one button first and then the zipper. You slide your hand down into my underwear... now you are really feeling me, I am a bit wet too... and I moan.I move myself up a little so you can grab my pants and. The door opened, there was no one there but a voice said come in. I walked in, Elle closed the door and gave me a kiss. I was gobsmacked, she looked even better than I was hoping for. Dressed in very tight PVC type trousers and a tight black vest top. She had an amazing body and exactly my type, she had a beautiful face that was naturally pretty and didn't have much make-up on. All I can manage is "Wow, Hi Elle, you look amazing." She took my coat and chatted away. She was right she was very. I'm a little fuzzy about the incident for which I was punished. It's strange but typical. Often a spanking overshadows the events that led up to it to the point where I don't remember them clearly. I remember the punishment but not the "cause".We had been at my aunt's house for lunch. Somewhere along the way, I managed to disagree with my parents about something, I don't remember what. It was just the four of us and it never occurred to me that my parents would get upset about it. It wasn't.