After that I was curious about those boys who secretly wanted to be spanked by pretty girls. So I researched it and found that not only grown up boys but grown up girls find they want to be spanked, over the knee, on their bare bottoms--it's usually an opposite sex thing. I learned how to give each young man the spanking he wanted and needed, which kept him coming back to me for more spankings. I learned how to find those boys because I prefer to do the spanking. I can now 'learn' my female friends how to take care of this one particularly curious need of their own boyfriends. You are my tenth. I promise you I have learned how to make the male body give him so much pleasure he will never forget me. All I want is to be remembered, and loved."

"Before we get your spanking started, I think I should slip into something especially exciting. Would you like me to dress up like a Dominatrix, a Temptress, a Princess, an Angel or ... " "An Angel--you already have the face of an Angel." She turned toward her walk-in closet. When she returned, she was wearing a white, very sheer, negliee with a Victoria's Secret Push Up Bra showing some captivating cleavage, and a white thong. White on white--it can look so good when one is trying hard to peek through sheer white fabric for something erotic underneath.

She stood there, a bewitching picture of loveliness and in her hand a paddle--no! It was a mirror. "I left my wings in the box," she smiled as she walked over to a couch and sat down on the edge of it, crossing her bare legs, first this way and then that way--slowly, mind you, so he could drink in every inch of her sexy thighs and calves. "Come over here--to my lap," she said with that ever present, 'come hither' smile. "Oh----would you first go to my closet and choose a paddle" He came out with a clear, plastic paddle that had a heart-shape to it. "I like your choice," she said as he handed it to her. "Take down your pants, you sweet naughty boy, and come stand by my lap, right here.

Good! Now, take my mirror--I need you to hold it so I can see what I'm doing. I think you will enjoy watching me put on lipstick. Hold this mirror with one hand so I can see my lips. Now, I want you to tug and stroke your erection with your free hand as you watch me. I am going to use my free hand to tickle your balls--do you think we can work together and do this"

So he did as she said. He stood beside her lap--the lap that he would soon be bent over, in the classic OTK spanking position--and he held the mirror in front of her angelic face. She extended her bare arms in front of her and pulled the lipstick out of its cover. Her bare arms looked good to him. She twisted the tube and dark red color erected out of the plastic golden 'foreskin'--similar to the way his own penis erected from its turtle neck of loose partial foreskin! Each of her slender lady fingers was tipped with a perfectly defined dark red nail. What a colorful erotic joy to behold! "Spanked by an Angel"--that should be a suitable title for this fantasy, now wouldn't it

She reached for his balls with the hand not needed for doing her lips. His penis began to feel so good, watching her apply color to her shapely lips which were a real work of art--a perfectly symmetric pair in both vertical and horizontal dimensions. Her lightly scratching his balls almost drove him crazy.

As he stroked his erection he could see how, from the side view, her upper and lower lips began at a corner and fanned out thicker in matching proportions--it sure made his erection feel good to study her sexy lips so intently. And she moved so slowly he had plenty of time to savor her every graceful move and her every feature. From the front view, both left and right sides were symmetry in perfection--the beauty of her sensuous mouth was exciting his penis to ever greater heights of pleasure as he tugged and stroked it.

As she carefully followed and sharply defined the edge of each lip, she would pause and smile and say things like, "You know what's going to happen when I finish putting on my lipstick" (Yes, he knew) "No more delays--I am going to spank you, naughty boy. I am going to bend you over my knees and I am going to paddle your bare butt till its pink. Then I am going to caress it with my hands right where I paddled it--do you like it when I dsicuss your spanking Am I making your penis happy and hard"

He gasped as his first partial orgasm seized him. His erection became so tight-skinned, he had to scarcely caress himself, and do it so slowly, lest he lose it before he got his spanking.

"Did you almost lose it, just now--was that a passion rush" she asked sweetly. "Was it something I said" She knew it was! And he confessed to her that her voice had him so turned on that he almost did lose it. "What's it like" she wanted to know, although she already did--she just wanted to hear his confession.

He told her that when he's up near the top of the cliff of Mount Orgasm, he could sometimes over-tease himself and try to get to new heights of arousal, but that each partial orgasm (passion rush) that seized him brought him closer to the point of no return. When he got to that point of no return, it was either he had to let his orgasm fall like an avalanche, or else it might fail to happen. Then he would be miserable. He confessed how he loved her voice and that her choice of words was getting him higher than he'd ever been before. It was all because of her! She could tell his confession was sincere.

Her graceful fingers pressed the shiny golden tube of lipstick against the other lip and she continued her coloring. Her lips were becoming so altogether hot like a work of art as he stroked his penis that another passion-rush happened. He gasped and quickly let up on the teasing so as not to lose it. She stopped coloring and said, "I will resume paddling you till your buns are red and tingling. I promise you I will make your bottom sting so that you can enjoy the sensation for quite a while after I'm all done spanking you. Do you like it when I talk about spanking you--while you are watching me put on lipstick"

She reached out and felt the hardness of his erection and remarked with a little chuckle, "I can tell how bad your penis wants you to be spanked! It's like it's begging or should I say shouting for it." "You almost made me lose it again," he gasped because another passion-rush seized him. He was feeling so thankful for what she was doing to turn him on so hard.

So provocative were her words and voice and her looks that he felt another sudden rush of passion strong enough to make him cum. But he didn't want to cum until he was bending over her knees and being spanked.

She smiled again and said, "I think you want to tell me something. Do you I think you have a secret you want me to know and it's burning in your heart like a raging fire. I think you want so bad to tell me your secret. Why don't you tell me Sometimes confession is as good for the soul as it is for the penis."

"You have made me love you!" he said with such a burst of emotion. Oh, the joy of telling her of his burning passion for her! She was so right. He really wanted her to know. And accept him. And enjoy his adoration for her. By now his penis was so stiff it almost hurt--the skin so tight that all the thousands of nerves on it were totally exposed to every delightful caress. Not a nerve was hidden in any folds of skin anymore. He could stroke his hardon with the slightest ticklish touches and feel like every nerve got zapped with pleasure. Slow motion touches. Feather light touches. All the while knowing it was all because of her.

She smiled yet again and said, "I think you can't take waiting anymore. Let's bend you over my knees and get this spanking started! Allright Are you wanting it so bad that you just can't wait any more" Another rush of tingling passion-sensations seized him and he almost lost it again--he so loved her voice when she talked to him like that. "I love you so much, Angel."

How come he just called her Angel He knew he was thinking it, and feeling it, but the outburst of it surprised even him. "Ok, you may lay across my lap now and I will give you that spanking I promised."

As he bent over her lap, she took his erection in her hand and guided it between her soft silky thighs. She enjoyed the view of his bare butt, resting in the perfect place for her spanking hand. Relaxed and hanging over her lap, he felt her hands skimming over his bare bottom's skin. He turned his head to get comfortable and in one direction he saw a mrirror was placed just so he could see her pretty hand upon his bare butt. And see her pretty face, too. What a contrast her pretty red nails made on his bare white butt! All these delights! She caressed his naked bottom with her paddle and then moved it to between his thighs. And then she used its edge to slide up and down between his buns. She shook some talcum powder on him and sprinkled some between his cheeks and then smoothed it into his crack with the edge of her paddle. He liked it when he could feel her paddle tickling his perineum and his anus.

She stopped caressing his bare butt with her paddle and just paused. She silently lifted the paddle up and back and prepared to give him a real spanking. She began fast but medium hard--and then she gave him a break as she caressed his mildly stinging buns with her angel soft hands. He watched as her nails glided gracefully over his buns. Then she took careful aim and this time was very careful to spank him right over his anus and as low as possible so as to vibrate his prostate. And make his buns sting all about his anus. The spanking vibrations loosened up all the cum he had stored up over the last two days and made it ready to pump out when his orgasm overtook him.

Then she began the final spanking that got harder and harder as she saw his pre-orgasmic goosebumps increase. He watched in the mirror as her lips counted each spank.