“You know what I would like to do?”
“No, John, tell me,” Mary said.
We were lying on her bed, me in my boxers, her in her panties. It was a hot day, and the walls of her apartment baked in the sun all afternoon. The window air conditioner wheezed away, but there was not a chance in hell of it keeping the temperature at a comfortable level. The oscillating fan on the dresser gave the illusion of relief as it turned towards us, but it was only a deception that swept on by. These conditions provided a perfect excuse for lying nearly naked on a bed in the late afternoon next to your fiancée.
“I would really like to take you across my knees and spank that perfect little bottom of yours.”
Mary does have a perfect ass, and that judgment comes after years of frequent and painstaking ass assessments. Oh, I can enjoy a nice bosom, and I love shapely legs, but the female ass… that’s my specialty. You might even say I am an ass connoisseur. That is not Mary’s only physical attraction for me. The rest of her body is also nearly perfect—her nose a little crooked because of a sledding accident when she was five—but other than that, in my humble and unbiased opinion, perfection.
We might have been having wild, passionate sex, that is what we often did in our free time on the bed here or at my place, but in the words of Cole Porter, “It’s too darn hot.” So, we were just relaxing, hands roving at random across each other’s bodies. Well, my hand was perhaps a little less random in its movements, because, as I say, I am a connoisseur of fine, female asses.
“You would, would you?” Mary answered.
Where was I? Oh yeah, spanking. “Yes, I would. You’ve been a naughty girl, lying scantily clad on this bed with a man who isn’t even your husband. What would your mother say? More importantly, what would she do?”
“Well, I expect she’d say something like, ‘You go, girl,’” and she laughed. “My mom’s no prude, and we are both consenting adults. Furthermore, she likes you, though I cannot imagine why.”
“See there? Smartmouth. That’s another reason I should spank you. Actually, I should spank your mother for raising you with such a libertine attitude.”
Mary did laugh at that. “Now that I’d like to see. Mom’s no little lamb. If you tried anything with her, she’d have you begging for mercy inside of two minutes.”
Mary’s mother is a petite woman, maybe five-foot-one and a size two, but she has a level of confidence and a presence that makes her seem much larger. Even though I stand a shade north of six feet, Mary is probably right in her assessment of the outcome of any confrontation I might have with her mom. Which may be why I’ve never been stupid enough to cross her. Not that there has ever been a reason to cross her, I’m just sayin'.
Now, where was I? Oh yeah, spanking the perfect woman’s ass. “So, what do you think? Ready to pay the consequences of your numerous and egregious acts of naughtiness?”
“I might be, but if you spank me, I get to spank you back at a later place and time of my choosing. Agreed?”
“Sounds fair,” I said and got up to sit on the side of the bed. “Now bring that classic tush of yours over here and lay it in the time-honored position over my knees.”
Mary giggled, climbed out of bed on the other side and walked around to me. “I see that someone is excited about this little maneuver of yours,” she said, taking hold of my cock through my boxers. My little man was standing at attention like the guidon bearer at a formal parade. “Are you going to be poking me in the side with that dangerous weapon throughout the coming chastisement? Hardly seems fair. I won’t be able to return the favor when it’s my turn, unless I get a plastic simulacrum to wear for the occasion.”