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She looked back at Glen.
"I think over the knee would work, don't you?"
"Whatever you say." Melanie had trouble saying anything. This heart pounding experience was really making her so excited and nervous that she didn't know how she'd hold herself together.
"Suppose you come here," Glen suggested. "I don't see any reason to wait."
"Now, right now?" she stalled.
"Now." There was a tenor in his voice that was quite commanding. Taking a good long look at the man, she wondered if he'd been a Marine, with the clean cut straight as an arrow look to him. Her heart was pounding even more, thinking of that severe authoritarian image.
"Now," Glen repeated the command. "You won't want to know how rough I'll be on you, if I have to come get you."
Melanie rose from her chair, and took a few awkward steps forward.
"You were very deceitful with both Tony and me. Do you suppose that we can let that go unpunished?" he said.
She bit her lip.
"I expect answers," he informed her.
"I suppose I do deserve it."
"And this punishment will serve notice for the future?" he suggested.
"Oh, yes, definitely."
She was still several feet from the man, still feeling too nervous to take the final steps. The whole episode was having a very strange effect on her. It was not the same as with Tony; though it held her fascination nonetheless, maybe because she didn't really know Glen, and had no idea how this session would play out. Tony was a little predictable. This man was certainly not!
"You're much too shy for a woman who's as experienced as you are with spanking. "Come here now," he ordered sternly. "I'm tired of waiting." Glen reached out and pulled her to his side, her body quickly going over his large firm lap. She was surprised to note that his felt much harder than Tony's. He was clearly a much different man than her husband, in many respects.
Glen wasted no time, carefully, but deliberately pulling her wool skirt up over her bottom.
For an instant, Melanie almost regretted her impetuous move, wearing the stockings and garter belt instead of tights. It seemed so risqué, as if she was deliberately flaunting herself for the man. Would Tony think her choice scandalous? And yet, she didn't have long to think about it, as Glen's large hand slipped under the elastic of her panties, and was lifting them up, pulling them down off her bottom. He didn't let them rest at her thighs, but pulled them all the way off her legs.
Melanie trembled, a jumble of thoughts careening through her mind. What did Tony think? What did Glen think? What did she think of this amazing turn of events?
Glen had his own paddle, a wooden implement made for smacking naughty bottoms. It had a large round punishment end and a handle which was made for Glen's large hands. He gripped it tightly and brought it down with a firm sharp smack on one waiting cheek. A second strike landed and Glen began the spanking. He started out slowly going back and forth from cheek to cheek. Melanie wiggled and groaned, though there was hardly a full scale protest, Glen was so calm and deliberate with her punishment.
However, the longer he went on, the more her bottom stung, the more difficult it was not to cry out.
"Ah, oooh, no." She was beginning to really feel the sting rising on her rear. "Please, please." She pushed against his controlling hand, though she was going no where. Glen ignored her pleas, and the paddle continued to land to her increasing discomfort.
Tony looked on pleased as he could be. It was quite a rush seeing another man spank his wife's rear end. He knew she was holding back her distress, her spanking etiquette much improved with a guest spanker wielding the paddle. He'd have to remember that when they were together.
Once Melanie's bottom was a bright rosy red top to bottom, Glen began to lay a spirited brisk round of cracks right in the center of each cheek. Melanie howled loudly, even though she was afraid she might be heard down the hallway. It was burning hot, and she'd just about reached her limit. But just when she thought she couldn't take another crack of the paddle, Glen stopped.
For a moment she remained on his lap too exhausted to move, though moments later, he gently helped her stand. Melanie was thankful she had a skirt which instantly fell and covered her rosy behind, though to her dismay, Glen ordered her to turn around.
"Let me see it," he said.
"You mean my bottom?"
"Of course your bottom," Glen said sternly.
Lifting her skirt, both men eyed the rosy cheeks one last time. When she was allowed to turn back around, she dropped the skirt and found herself rubbing the sore cheeks, as she waited for someone to say something.
"Well," Glen said, "I think it's time I left. I do hope you two enjoyed the treat?" he said.
