Between our times together, Rosa and I would talk on the phone, many times a week initially. Spanking wasn’t the only topic, but it certainly was the most common. We’d had quite a bit of experience with each other by this time, though it was more of a friends-with-benefits type of arrangement and each knew we were both pursuing other spanking partners. One time we got to talking about limits in general and what happened when you pushed past them.“One of my fantasies involves a spanking that at the beginning it’s understood there are no limits! An ‘I’m going to spank you all night!” kind of threat where there’s a risk that it’s not just a threat. Mind you, I don’t think I’m ready for that in case you’re getting any ideas! Practically speaking I’m doubtful that it would work at all, but hey … it’s just a fantasy!” I said, both of us laughing at my concern that Rosa might actually try to do it!“Yeah, I guess you’d have to set some sort of a limit, so it doesn’t go too far; become Bolu Escort non-consensual? Have you ever spanked someone who never seemed to get enough? Who just kept asking for more?“Yes, I have. It was pretty amazing. How about you?”“Not really. Since most of mine were scripted, there was always some kind of a limit. There were times when that limit was intentionally quite high, which does add an element of fear to it, but there was never a much too painful episode where there were worries of ‘when will this end?’ Tell me about yours?”“Umm, okay. Her name was Ashley. She was somewhat plain looking, but had a very cute face, and an even cuter smile. She was a small girl, but a little overweight in a nice soft, curvy kind of way, and her bottom was just beautiful! Two perfect half spheres that jiggled all over when I spanked her. I’d tell her it was perfect for spanking! She liked that and in fact, was often the reason she’d get spanked.“We’d be hugging, my hands Bolu Escort Bayan on her bottom, maybe even inside her pants and I’d say, ‘Ooo, I love this big, squishy bottom! Just perfect for spanking!’ and she’d reply with some variation of ‘So why don’t you just spank it!?’ which of course, I’d do! She was the one who made me really appreciate someone who got spanked simply because she wanted it, and she wanted it often! One day, though, she got spanked for a different reason.“We were at my apartment, and she had forgotten something that was important to me. She was feeling really bad about it and apologized over and over again. I didn’t know what to do. I was disappointed, not angry, but I could see that she was genuinely sorry about it. She started crying silently, her tears the only giveaway when I decided on the best way to forgive her.“I took her hand and led her to the sofa. I cradled her face in my hands and said, ‘You need a spanking’ in a Escort Bolu soft, pleasant tone. I figured it was the one way I could show her I’d forgive her, but at the same time, she could feel like she’d paid a price. I knew I’d done the right thing when her face brightened a bit, and she just nodded in agreement.“I sat on the sofa, but where ordinarily I’d be the one pulling her pants down and leaving her panties in place, she started undoing the button on these sexy little shorts she was wearing. She pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them, leaving her naked from the waist down. She laid herself across my knee without a word just waiting for me to begin spanking.“I started spanking as I told her how disappointed I was, and how I felt a good spanking would do us both good. ‘Yes, I agree. Please spank me good,’ was her only reply, which of course I did. I decided that this would be only a little more severe than a typical spanking, but she’d otherwise get what she normally got. She liked long, series of spanks that built-in force gradually to be quite hard. Sometimes on one cheek and sometimes alternating, the spanking would have her groaning and moaning louder and louder until that series ended.