Two days later, Rob's wife had gone to spend a couple of days with her mother, his step-daughter had gone back to school, and Robin rang his door bell. They live in the South, so it was warm, and she was in another little sun dress. He was scared to death that she was here to confront him, and maybe press charges or whatever.
The exact opposite was true, she was so embarrassed that she couldn't look him in the eye, or even get coherent words out. She was shaking all over. He led her to the couch, and got her a coke. After a few minutes, she was able to talk. It seemed that just that morning she had been told by her friend that it hadn't been Joe who had bathed her, dressed her, driven her, and done some other things, it had been her dear friend Randi's dad.
She was mortified. Very gently, he steered to conversation around to the ride to her friends house, where his actions had been less than commendable, and he determined that she did remember all of it. Now it was his turn to be mortified.
He apologized over and over asking her forgiveness. He explained that the man in the car was not who he was, and hoped that they could both forget the whole thing. They both agreed that their conduct had been less than perfect, they were equally to blame, the matter should be forgotten by both of them, and never mentioned again for any reason.
Then the father in Rob came out; he just couldn't help himself. He mentioned that even though things had gotten out of hand, it could have been a lot worse, and she needed to be very careful in the future. She gave a somewhat sad and rueful laugh and said that if her father was still alive, the spanking would have been serious.
Innocently, Rob said that if she ever did anything that foolish again, he might spank her himself.
This got Robin to remembering the time in the tub, and how blissful it had been to have a warm caring person, like her father, caring for her. She also remembered her last spanking just like it was yesterday. For reasons that she would never be able to explain, she wanted a spanking, just like the last time, and she wanted it right now. But how to ask? Suddenly, she was embarrassed, and felt like a little girl again. She couldn't look him in the eye, so with her head down, and mumbling, she asked for an old fashioned, bare bottomed bare hand spanking. Rob couldn't understand a word she was saying. He reached out, and gently lifted her chin so that she was looking at him when she spoke, and finally he understood what she wanted.
Rob was like a deer in the headlights trying to figure out if he was being set up, or what. He asked her if she was sure?
She was sure, and wanted it just like her last spanking had been when she had been about 12; over the knee, dress pulled up, panties down, bare handed. She was so embarrassed when she made the request that again her head went down, and she started whimpering.
Of course, Rob agreed, and without any further ado, she draped herself over his knees.
He was very hesitant; was he really supposed to pull her dress up? He landed a swat on her dress covered ass.
"NO" she said, "it has to be dress up, panties down."
Robin knew what she wanted, and she wanted to feel a bare hand on her ass, right now. When Rob landed the halfhearted smack over her dress, she wanted to smack him!
When he started pulling her dress up, she remembered that she was wearing a thong, and almost stopped him---when her ass came into view, he was going to see her whole ass with just a thin strip of material running right up the crack.
She reasoned that maybe she hadn't thought this through enough. Then she reasoned that, since her cheeks would be bare, he wouldn't need to pull her panties down, and at least something would be covered.
He reached down, and started sliding her dress up, expecting some resistance, instead he was surprised when her bare ass came into view. It took him a couple of seconds to realize that it wasn't totally bare, she was wearing a thong. As he got the back of her dress to the middle of her back, he thought that with a thong, there was no need for the panties to be removed. On the other hand, he'd been chastised once, and he really wanted to see her, all of her again.
What he really wanted to do was yank it completely off; actually, he was so randy by then, that he wanted to rip it from her body. Just in time, reason took over, and thinking that she might like some modicum of modesty, he pulled it down to just below the base of her ass; . The gusset, if you want to call it that, still covered most of the important stuff.
Just about the time that Robin decided that the thong would stay up, Rob started pulling it down. She reached back, to stop him, but before she could do anything it was down. However, it was just barely down, so she decided that it covered enough.
He landed the first spank, against her right cheek. With almost zero fat, it really didn't wiggle much, but in response to the pain, she let out an oof, as she clenched her ass cheeks, and he was rewarded with a beautiful red hand print. He was in a little bit of a hurry because he was afraid that she would chicken out, and this was the most erotic thing that he had done in at least two decades, maybe ever.
He landed the second spank on her left cheek, and her response was almost identical, some sort of exclamation, a clenching of her cheeks, and a nice red hand print. Three spanks later, her legs were flailing around, the thong seemed to have a mind of its own as it had drifted down to knees, and he had a great view of everything.
Robin didn't know what to do. The spanks were electrifying, the pain was incredible, but it all met at her clit. Her legs were almost uncoordinated they were flopping around so much and the thong had ridden down to her knees, so he was seeing everything. The only saving grace was that the thong was restrictive enough that even though her legs were flailing, at least they were being held somewhat together. She wasn't totally on display.
Five more, and the thong was gone; kicked across the room. So much for not being totally on display. Strangely, she found this liberating, she felt free somehow. She was so wet, that juices were running down her legs.
Rob noticed how wet she was, and was afraid that the front of her dress would end up looking like she peed herself, and smelling like pussy. He said something to her about this, and without any hesitation, she jumped up with her arms straight up in the air, like a little girl, in an obvious invitation for Rob to pull the dress off.
He'd expected that she would ask for a towel or something, instead, he was pulling her dress over her head. He was really unsure of himself here. He knew exactly what he wanted to do; he wanted to strip her naked, and fuck her ass off. However, he was still thinking of the consequences of getting caught, her having a change of heart, screaming rape, or blackmailing him.
Because of his hesitation, someone looking on would have seen her sundress slowly and very tantalizingly exposing her assets an inch at a time. He was still sitting down, while she was standing up, so when her pussy came into view it was just below eye level, and it looked and smelled wonderful. He really wanted to grab her hips, pull her in, and bury his nose in that wonderful looking vee.
He forced himself to quit looking at her assets, and to look into her eyes for any sign that she was having second thoughts, or was going to bolt.
She wasn't wearing a bra, and inch by glorious inch, her magnificent breasts came into view. The breasts were more beautiful that he remembered, puffy nipples surrounded by small aureoles. So much for ignoring her assets, and looking into her eyes. Their size, as he remembered was perfect for a young lady; the saying "Handful's great, any more's a waste," flashed through his head. He also wanted to pay attention to them, but he managed to control himself.
His resolve to move very slowly went by the wayside. The dress was over her head in a flash.
Back over his knees she went. There was some blistering, and her ass was as red as a beet, and the skin was very chafed. He offered to stop, but she wanted to continue. By the third spank, she started to cry, really cry, with real tears in her eyes, and snot running out of her nose.
Several spanks later, he knew that he should stop; her ass was totally blistered, he had landed spanks at the bottom where her legs met her buttocks, and that area was red as well. He also realized that a situation like this might only come once in a lifetime, and he had to take advantage while he could.
Robin was experiencing such a range of emotions that she didn't know what to do: this was just like her father; no it wasn't, her father wouldn't have the obvious erection; she wouldn't want to blow her father; she wouldn't be totally naked over her father's knee; she wouldn't be excited that her father could see her whole ass, and most of her pussy; and she wouldn't be gushing like a fucking geyser if this was her father. Then there was the pain, the glorious pain that radiated from her ass directly to her clit.
When he got to 25, his common sense overcame his lust, and he decided to stop. He just sat there with his hand gently massaging her ass. She agreed that lotion might be a good idea, and when he got back from the bathroom, she was still buck naked, and without any embarrassment at all, she again draped herself over his knees, but this time for some soothing touches.
He rubbed around her ass, especially in the creases between her legs and buttocks, in the crack of her ass, and around her thighs. Even though the sexual component could not be denied, a totally naked teen was over his knees, and his erection was threatening to rip his pants, he was reluctant to dive into her womanhood. As he rubbed her thighs, it seemed as if whenever he got close to her pussy, she would squirm. The problem was, he didn't know if she liked it, or was she uncomfortable. He reasoned that the only way to find out was to "accidentally" touch there, and see what happened. When he did, she sighed and went limp. That was answer enough.
He didn't even know if she was a virgin or not, but he decided to do a little insertion, and see what happened. When he stuck his finger in a little ways, she arched her back, and said oooooh. So his fingers were alternating between her clit and her vagina which was gushing.
Then he remembered how she had welcomed an anal massage two nights ago. She'd been drunk then so he was unsure if it would be welcome sober, but he had to try. He got his thumb wet, and teased around her starfish looking for a reaction.
When he touched that little brown eye, her head came up, her legs shot out, and she moaned. So while his fingers were busy in the front, his thumb was busy in the back. He could tell that she was coming and coming over and over again.
The orgasms were fantastic, and she could have gone on forever, especially when he touched her nether hole. but she was getting a little sore, which felt good, and, more than anything, she wanted to return the favor. So after a particularly strong orgasm, she pushed herself off his lap. There she lay, totally exposed, and legs spread. She just didn't care.
As she lay there panting, Rob was again treated to a wonderful view of her tits, pussy, and some of her ass.
After she regained her senses, she got up on her knees, and crawled over to where Rob sat. With trembling hands, she unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants, unzipped his zipper, and released his member. When she plugged in, he was in heaven. She licked, slurped, and sucked, up and down, around. It was like she was licking an ice cream cone that was melting.
Rob really tried to keep in mind that this was a young girl, but eventually lust took over and he was plunging in and out at a furious pace. When he came, he was struck with an almost overwhelming urge grab her head, and bury his cock in her throat. He was able to stifle that urge, but he did hold her head in place as he came in her mouth.
It turned out to be unnecessary, she had no intention to pull back. She swallowed all of it, sat back on her haunches,and looked up at him and smiled. Then she slid forward, wrapped her arms around his waist, kissed his penis right on the end, and cleaned him up with her mouth. Afterwards, she buried her face in his crotch, and gave him a huge hug saying thank you over and over again.
As the post orgasmic bliss wore off, she started to get self-conscious and embarrassed, so she allowed as how she had to go. She was asking herself over and over again, "had she really just had sex with Randi's father, had she really had orgasm after orgasm from the pain of a spanking, had she really all but invited him to diddle her front and back, had she really had more strong orgasms from that diddling, what was with her and this ass thing, and had she actually, stone cold sober, given Rob a blow job, and swallowed?" All she could think was WTF?
Rob helped her get dressed ,and out the door she went. Again he was left wondering if it had been a dream, and would it ever happen again.
TO BE CONTINUED
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