“What do you think of her?” It was a slightly strange question for
Rachel to ask.
“She seems nice.” What do you say about the waitress who has just taken
your order? Rachel was watching her walk away and I looked with her.
“Would you want to spank her?”
“Rachel!” I blurted, then sat there stunned. What a question to ask out
of the blue! Rachel was sometimes a little crazy, but this was beyond
anything!
But it wasn’t the first time Rachel had talked to me about spanking.
No, despite my shock, I immediately remembered that one other time when
we were apartment-mates in college. But that had been years ago and I’d
certainly never expected the subject to come up again, like this! She’d
told me one time that Beth, another of our apartment-mates, allowed her
boyfriend to spank her. I’d been aghast and Rachel seemed amused by my
reaction. The next time I’d seen Beth, I’d needed to watch myself to
keep from staring at her: she acted perfectly naturally while I’d done
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