Something to talk about

The first time Gemma and I ever talked about spanking was in bed. I had been staying over and as we got ready to retire, Gemma bent over as she took down her jeans and knickers in one go. The sight of her beautiful bare bottom in that pose was too much for me to resist, and I smacked her playfully.

To my surprise, Gemma immediately wrapped her arms around my neck, and with her knickers still at her ankles, she kissed me deeply and said: “Does daddy want to give me a proper sore bottom?” I didn’t need any further invitation – I sat down on the bed, put her across my knee like a naughty child and spent the next five minutes or so thoroughly reddening her backside as she moaned and ground her crotch against me.

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