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want.’ The idea that Greg had a secret fantasy, like hers, was terribly arousing.
    â€˜Really?’ he said. She saw his cock twitch.
    â€˜Come on, Greg, can’t you see the state I’m in?’
    â€˜Turn over.’ His voice was suddenly flat and unemotional.
    Andrea looked at him steadily, then pulled her fingers out of her sex and rolled over onto her stomach. ‘Like this?’ she asked.
    Greg did not reply. He climbed onto the bed and knelt at her side. His eyes were focussed on her neat, pert buttocks, the white satin panties stretched tautly across them. He leant forward and took hold of the waistband of the panties, and pulled them down until they banded the top of her thighs, leaving her bottom bare.
    â€˜This is what I’ve always wanted to do,’ he said. The tone of his voice sounded angry, as though he was cross with himself for allowing this fantasy to escape.
    Andrea sensed what he was going to do a fraction of a second before he lifted his arm and brought the palm of his hand down with a resounding smack on her left buttock. Almost immediately he raised his hand again and delivered an even more stinging stroke to the right.
    â€˜Lovely red arse,’ he said through gritted teeth.
    His hand struck again twice in quick succession, left buttock first and then right. Andrea gasped. She had never been spanked before and had no idea what to expect. Each slap was like a symphony of sensations. Her clitoris and her vagina throbbed violently as she felt the tingling heat from her bottom radiate inward. She had never been spanked before but she had often tried to imagine how it would feel. Now she knew. It felt wonderful. She closed her eyes so she could concentrate on the feeling, and lying in wait for her there, in her mind’s eye, was Charles Hawksworth. He was smiling indulgently.
    â€˜Oh yes,’ Andrea moaned, wriggling her bottom to encourage Greg to spank it again.
    Thwack ! The sound of flesh on flesh reverberated around the room. Andrea knew she was going to come. She thrust her hand under her body, into her panties and between her legs, forcing her finger into her labia to find her clit, then rubbing it up and down.
    Thwack ! Thwack ! Each stroke increased the pleasure. There was pain, sharp prickling pain, but it was overwhelmed by the fierceness of the pleasure the spanking created too. Andrea felt her whole body tense, the physical sensations she was feeling matched by the mental ones, Greg having lighted on one of her deepest currents of sexuality.
    He lifted his hand again. This time things seemed to happen simultaneously. Firstly Andrea felt the stinging slap of his hand on her already tenderised buttock. The pain and pleasure travelled straight to her clit and suddenly her whole sex exploded, her orgasm making her cry out loud, every nerve in her body responding with a chorus of pleasure. Then, in the middle time of this cacophony of feelings, she heard Greg make an odd coughing sound, almost like a sob, and felt a red hot liquid spatter over her buttocks and her back. She was too involved in her own climax to do more than register almost subliminally, that he had come too.
    The stinging turned to wonderfully tingling sensations. Her body melted, her muscles relaxed.
    â€˜That was wonderful,’ she said, rolling onto her side. She ran a hand over her back and massaged in the thick, gooey liquid he had deposited there.
    Greg had climbed off the bed and was looking for his clothes, his rapidly deflating cock still dripping with his spunk.
    â€˜What are you doing?’ Andrea said.
    â€˜I think I’d better go.’
    â€˜Why? What’s the matter? That was great Greg. Really sexy. Don’t you want to do it again?’
    â€˜No I do not,’ he said with real venom. He found his pants and trousers and pulled them on.
    â€˜And here was me thinking you enjoyed it,’ she said, astonished by his reaction.
    â€˜I didn’t know you