We returned to Natalie’s place and, as had become a habit, shared some post-session beverages. “How does it feel,” she asked.

“Marvelous,” I replied. “Kinda throbbing all over. Do you want to visit the ‘clinic’ sometime as a patient?”

Natalie pondered the idea for a moment and then replied, “Yeah, I think I do.” She raised her eyebrows suggestively and continued, “How about bathtime as our next scene but this time your ‘nanny’ catches you spying on her while she takes a shower?” I nodded enthusiastically. “At your place, this time?” I nodded again. My place was an obvious choice as it had a glass-doored, walk-in shower.

We agreed on an evening a few days out and I asked, “What was your favorite part of tonight’s scene?” As she thought about her answer, all I could think about was the look on her face as she stroked me to completion and the sense of satisfaction as Kate attempted to catch the results.

At the appointed time, Natalie arrived still in her workday outfit. We chatted for a few minutes then she gave me the ‘let’s play’ eyebrow raise and announced, “I’m gonna take a shower. You finish your homework and we’ll review it when I’m done.” She stood and went into my bedroom leaving the door ajar enough that I caught glimpses of her as she undressed. I heard her enter the bathroom and turn on the shower. I rose and quietly entered the bedroom. Her clothes were laid fairly neatly on the bed and I paused to lift her panties to my nose and get a whiff of her musk.

The partially open door to the bathroom afforded me a good view of the shower. She was facing away from me, into the spray, providing an unobstructed view of her amazing bottom. Occasionally she turned slightly to provide a side view of her breast. Slowly she turned to face me, her eyes shut as she rinsed the lathered shampoo from her hair. I stared at her and rubbed my erection through my pants, wanting to suck her pert breasts and sink a finger into her vagina.

Eventually, she opened her eyes and saw me. She looked truly aghast as she scolded, “How dare you spy on me while I’m showering.” She emerged dripping wet and sat down on a padded bench. “Get your pants down and get over my knee.” It was then I saw that she had brought the bath brush out of the shower with her. I genuinely fumbled unbuckling my belt and opening my pants knowing how intense that tool felt on a bare bottom. “You’re really trying my patience,” she chided. Finally, I had my pants open, and then down, letting my erection bounce free. I laid across her wet lap and she began to spank with hard strikes at a brisk cadence.

The fusilade seemed to last forever but eventually she paused and asked, “Are you going to spy on me anymore?”

“No, ma’am,” I sputtered.

“You better not,” she replied and gave each already very sore sit spot a volley of five hard successive strikes. “Ok, stand-up,” she ordered.

I complied and tried to rub the pain out of my seared tush, causing my boner to bounce. She looked at it then up at me before sinking to her knees. It took very little oral encouragement to bring me to the edge of climax. She was licking the underside of the head of my cock when the first jet emerged. About half of the release made it into her mouth and the rest on her face, with some in her hair and on her breasts. “Guess I’m gonna need another shower,” she quipped and moved towards the still running spray. “Join me?” she asked.