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May I spank my ass? phonesex redhead has a spanking fetish!

As curious as it is to me, I adore being spanked.  Now, on the most part,  I am a secure, confident, take charge, flirtatious, seducing kind of phonesex girl.  No shit, catch me on a bad day and you may just call me “bitch” – which again, turns me on.  Shaking my head.  tsk tsk.  The only thing I can equate my desire to be spanked and punished is to a mans’ desire to be controlled or even forced to be a femme.  We are in so much control in our regular life that for the true escape from reality.  We want to be controlled.  A whole new “view”, if you will.

I am sure it stems from daddy spanking me.  But sheesh I always cried and said NO!!!  Him and I doing the circle dance of spankings.  Or even kicking and wiggling on his lap.  Which he made me pull my panties down – I will let YOU decide what fetish was born there.

Oh the site NOW makes me giggle.  But, that belt isn’t anything I want to feel when pleasure spanking is in order.

It is the bare, open palm that is the most exciting.  That flesh on flesh feel.  The sounding *SMACK* of a hard single hit, to the applause of many quick wounds to my tender round ass.  Mmmm, just thinking of it.  Makes me want to do something bad just for the fun of punishment.

I used to work in a downtown office and I was still relatively naive to many sexual behaviors.  Raised by just my dad I suppose “service” was an innate trait and I usually fell victim quickly to older men.  Being just 19 when I started you can imagine the hunters.

I met this set of twins.  Both redhead.  Stockbrokers.  Suit wearers.  BMW drivers.  I was quickly attracted to both.  I felt guilty for just a little while.  Nice girls don’t…….but then it was innate to be in service, right??!?!  yea that is how I justified it.  They were both different in many ways but oddly similar in the area of spanking.  Over the knee, skirt pulled up, nylons and panties pulled down,  in my bosses office.  He would get flushed in the cheeks on his face as much as my ass cheeks were by the end of it.  Forceful and sharp, stinging and thrilling.  After so many smacks the fingers would push between my thighs and slip in and out of my swollen wet pussy until I came.  Then rolling me off their lap in a heap and looking down at me.  They would regularly stop by my office after the attorney I worked for would bail early. That happened most days,  if I remember how attorneys work.  They would never show up at the same time or even the same day and sometimes I still question if I knew who was who.  The excitement of what was to come made me really not care. They always found a willing participant.

Spankings, secretaries, stockings, fingering and daddy even thrown in.  No wonder I have so much fucking fun playing on the phone lines with you guys!  You know what you find when you dial up Miss Wicked Heaven?  A willing participant.  Well and maybe a little snarky fun laughs too!

 

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