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Delights with Deb

Deb - Part 6

I got a mid-morning text from Deb, ‘Called in sick today. Wanna join me’.

I replied, ‘You actually claimed being sick?’

‘Yep’, was the reply.

I answered that I had a packed day at work and no matter how appealing playing hooky might be, I could not today. Her suggestion was very tempting - a whole day just to play would be fantastic. Maybe another time, I suggested. I got back to work but moments later had another idea and sent her instructions.

It turned out to be a long day and I got to her place late. I was pleased to see she had laid out the items per my instructions. I had wanted her to be reminded all day long of the actions that would occur upon my arrival that evening. On the kitchen counter were her old-fashioned glass thermometer, a tube of Bengay and a large, red silicone spatula.

The Bengay had become our defacto companion for toys providing both lube and a nice warm sensation. A few weeks earlier, I had seen the spatula at Target and immediately considered it as spanking implement. My favorite spanking tools where common household items - hairbrush, bath brush, belt, yardstick - that could repurposed to heat a naughty bottom. The spatula heat was fairly heavy with a long handle, and would deliver a nice, hard smack. Besides it was bright red and give a perfect target for the color to be developed by a good spanking.

She was still wearing her pajamas - a pair of flannel pants and a tank top. The tank top was open enough to be distracting. I needed to attend to business before pleasure. I think she knew what I was struggling with and shimmied in a suggestive way. “You’ve been a naughty girl, faking being sick to stay home from work. What did you do all day?” I scolded.

“You mean besides masturbating?” she countered.

“Bend over the counter, missy,” I ordered. She gave me a sly smile and obeyed. Slowly I pulled the pajama bottoms over her round bottom and let them fall to the floor. I put a dollop of Bengay on the bulbous end of the thermometer, parted her cheeks and slid it inside her bum prompting a moan from Deb. She had a digital kitchen timer with a 3-minute button that I started and set on the counter in front of her. I dithered the thermometer until the timer chimed and - as expected - the reading was normal. “No fever, but I’m gonna turn your bum red hot,” I announced.

I picked up the spatula and gave her bottom a few hard swats, then paused and reset the timer. I resumed the spanking, covering her whole tush with sharp strikes. The cadence was high enough that I figured I might approach two hundred swats before the timer was finished. After only about thirty seconds of spanking her bottom began to sway and she was stifling soft grunts with the increasing discomfort. Her bottom was indeed bright red when the timer sounded. I paused to inspect my work and touched some darker areas. She pressed her bottom against my hand and I responded by giving her sit spots each a volley of ten hard swats.

I paused again to touch her warm bottom and the let my fingers wander below her cheeks and between her soft thighs to find her very wet and inviting. “I think this more arousing that punishing,” I offered, stroking her clit. I reached around to finger her - a bit awkwardly - with my left hand while might right lightly paddled her tush with the spatula. I was surprised at how quickly this brought her to an apparent climax - her back arching as she emitted a cry that I heard only once before as we spooned and she stimulated herself with her vibrator.