“Stormi. Turn half way around.” That did it. Now her fine, fabulous ass was presented to him. He reached through the slot, cussing it for being so... high. He finally pulled the chair right up to the slot, and sat in the chair on his knees, with his whole arm in the slot. He caressed her sweet ass, and ran his fingers up and down her ass-crack.“Stormi. Bend over and spread your cheeks with your hand.”Shit. She did just that, putting her hands on her face, and pulling on her cheeks.“Stormi. Bend. “I WANT to be a Good Boy… but this is all too much for me.”“Is Mommies naughty little boy” she asked, “feeling that familiar boiling in your balls?”“Yes Mommy” I shot back, “YES, I AM!”I felt hands on my face as my head was lifted and guided away from Mrs. Perkins’ sweet center. The mouth on my cock seemed to spit me out and I was guided onto my back. I then felt wrist-straps placed on each of my wrists and my arms were pulled up and secured.“He’s beautiful” said the voice of the other woman.. Girls and women. Lots of pretty wild stuff. Torture, rape, all kinds of torment and all. But you know what? I don't remember any of them getting spanked. Not actually spanked. Not a one."I was nonplussed. "Well. . ." I said, "I--I' m sure that--I mean--" Nope," he said. "Not what you'd call a proper spanking, like on the ass with a bare hand. Oh, with a whip, sure. Or a belt. Or a strap, or a crop or what have you. That goes on all the time. But no actual spanking. I noticed."I tried to think. So as I continued my normal social routines, I kept an eye open for potentials. I even got “lucky” one night, when I got ‘hit on’ by a woman. A Beautiful blue-eyed blonde. I let her play and flirt with me for a while, deciding to definitely let her be in my game. Slowly but surly I gathered a list of people whom I would want to play and be played with. Now for the setting. I didn’t want to do it in my house, so I decided to rent a hotel room, a nice one.I spoke to each candidate separately,.