A few hours later, Heather emailed me, ‘How’s your bum?’

‘Still warm and red,’ I replied.

‘That’s good to hear. BTW - I was not paying attention on the drive home and turn left on a red arrow,’ she admitted. ‘Only got a warning but really near a warming. Perhaps you could come this evening and take care of that?’

‘Seems like a perfect bed-time spanking situation,’ I replied. Before meeting we had discussed a wide variety of topics such as implements and positions. One subject that had received considerable attention was locations and scenarios including outdoors, in the car, fresh from the bath or shower, in the workplace, at school or at the doctor’s office. One that deeply interested us both was spankings at bedtime.

When I arrived, Heather seemed to have stepped out a bedtime spanking fantasy of mine. She wearing red flannel onesie pajamas that I hoped had a drop seat. When she turned, I saw my wish had come true and that the flap was unbuttoned on one corner giving a glimpse of her lovely tush. She led me to her bedroom and I took a seat on the end of the bed. Pulling her close, I bent her over my left thigh, so I could pin her legs if she wriggled too much. I undid the other buttons on her flap to fully expose her bottom and had to pause a moment to gaze on her magnificent ass and consider this was the culmination of a long-held dream of mine.

I spanked her with my hand until her cheeks were nicely pink. “Kneel on the bed…on all fours,” I ordered and she complied and looked back with a zesty smile. From my bag, I withdrew a paddle I had made and she cooed in anticipation. I tapped the oak against her warm bottom and gave her a hard swat.

“Yeow,” she yelped.

“You’re due a dozen for running the red light,” I announced and slowly began to paddle her, pausing generously between strikes to admire her amazing bottom and the color I was giving it. After the last swat she lowered her upper body to the bed and reached back to feel her well-spanked bottom. The ‘ass-up, head-down’ posture was even more enticing and fought the urge to touch her and feel if she was as aroused as I was. I put the paddle back in my bag and was ready to leave.

“We’re not yet,” she declared, taking my bag and tossing it on the bed. She slowly sank to her knees and then unbuckled by belt and undid my pants. Over my boxers, she rubbed my hard-on and then pulled them down to let it free. She stroked it masterfully and then suddenly paused to open the front snaps of her pajamas and pulled the front open to bare her breasts. I needed only a little more encouragement from her hand to release, coating her face, neck and breasts with semen. “Can you stay a while and maybe spank me some more?” she asked. “…and maybe cum again, this time on my spanked bottom?”