Natalie called me that evening, “I really had fun this morning and enjoyed sitting on sizzled buns at my desk. I’m still feeling it now.”

”Another satisfied customer,” I quipped. “I’m so happy we’ve gotten the chance to play together. Do you have other scenes you’d like to try?”

”You’d mentioned a bath time scene,” she noted. “What’s the set-up for that?”

”Ya know, I’m not really sure. I guess I was thinking a bath brush is a great tool and the recipient’s bottom is already bare but I’m kinda stumped on a good pretext.”

”I might have an idea,” Natalie replied. “I’m also thinking this might be a great scene to try again when we flip roles.”

”I’d be good with that,” I replied.

”I can’t play tonight but tomorrow night come over around eight?” Natalie asked. “You send me to take a bath and get ready for bed. I splash around a bit too much and mayhem ensues.”

Natalie greeted me at the door the next evening with a big smile. She retrieved some wine from the kitchen and said, “I’ve had so much fun lately and am kinda eager to play your nanny.”

“Me, too,” I replied. We chatted for a bit and then I made a quick trip to the bathroom to lay my trusty bath brush on the counter. When I returned, we sat for a few more minutes and then she raised her eyebrows suggestively. I took that as my cue and firmly stated, “Young lady, it’s time for you to take a bath and get ready for bed.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied with a sly grin. A few moments later I heard the water running. When it stopped there were the muted sounds of her entering the tub and washing.

Soon the splashing sounds got more intense and I walked through her bedroom and knocked on the partially open door, “Everything ok in there?”

”Daddy, stay out! I’m taking a bath,” Natalie called.

I looked around the door and there was a genuine wet mess on the floor. “What are you doing young lady? Look at this mess!” I scolded.

”Daddy. Get out! I’m naked!” Natalie whined and sent a splash at me.

“That’s it, Natalie. You’ve pushed it too far,” I growled. I grabbed a bath towel and brush in my left hand and her wrist in my right and prompted her to rise from the bath and follow me into the bedroom. I sat down and laid the towel across my lap and pulled her wet, dripping body across, too. I picked up the brush and began to paddle her wet bottom, creating the most incredible-sounding wet slaps. She moaned as the swat count and heat in her backside grew and was out of breath when I stopped to assess the results. I gave her right sit spot five successive sharp strikes, then the same on the left. I paused again then applied a final volley to either cheek.

I laid the brush aside and she curled-up to sit in my lap. She reached down and massaged the bulge in my pants. “I think you like spanking me,” she mused.

”What makes you think that?” I replied, twiddling a pink nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

”Oh, just a guess,” she replied, as she began to unbuckle my belt.