She retook her seat on the sofa, and then to my surprise pulled up the hem of her skirt to reveal the tops of her flesh-tone stockings. She unclipped the one on her right leg from her suspender belt, rolling the it down until it was a dark beige band just below her knee. Her beckoning finger indicated I should approach her, and then she pointed down towards her lap.
I did as I was told. She parted her legs slightly as I lunged over her lap, so my stiff penis ended up pointing down between her legs. Then she reached underneath me with her left hand, tugging the rolled-up band of her stocking away from her right leg so there was just enough room for my erection to slip inside. Then she squeezed her legs together so they held my shaft tightly in their soft nylon grip. I could feel the heat of her body against my erection. The sensation made my head spin.
She delivered a stinging spank with her palm to my bare bottom. I recoiled into her lap, pushing my erection deeper into the crevice between her thighs. It felt unexpectedly amazing, like wanking without using my hands, and it made me almost completely oblivious to the sting in my backside. I remember being surprised by loud I gasped.
“Ah. You like that?”
“Yes Miss! Thank you, Miss. May I have another?”
She obliged me, and I pumped between her thighs again.
“Now, I want you to be a good boy for me, and keep control of yourself whilst I give you a good long spanking.”
She continued to smack my bottom, slowly and steadily. Although I didn’t really understand what she meant about keeping control. To me, each spank just seemed like another perfect excuse to plunge between her thighs again. This must be what it’s like to have sex I realised, sliding your stiff cock in and out of a hot tight crevice…
Image suggested by bossymsbecky (thank you)