Leah had captured his heart. Totally and completely. Each of them had acknowledged to the other one that it had never been better. The way she looked at him when they got together still made his insides flip-flop.
She fed his sexual fantasies.
He loved the way she opened up and received him; the way she responded in bed; how she talked while they were engaged in intercourse. She loved his touch. His lovemaking was long, slow, and deep - plus, he loved to use his mouth on her pubic area.
He was hooked on her, and they both knew it.
Leah came to like the spanking games that he bashfully suggested early on. She spanked harder than he expected, and her response was that if she was going to spank, by golly, she would spank. He accepted that, because the sex afterward was so satisfying.
When she paddled him, it was with a ping-pong paddle. She always gave in multiples of ten swats. She used a leather belt for strapping him, and gave several sets of hard strokes while he gritted his teeth and choked out exclamations of pain.
This time, she had a surprise for him. She had cast off her panties and hiked up her skirt, and he gave her pleasure with his mouth. After her orgasm, when he was about to get undressed, she told him something that caused him to startle, and he asked her, "What?!"
"You heard me," she replied. "First I'm going to whip you with a switch. Then you can fuck me. It's going to be that way from now on."
Then, with one hand on her hip, she pointed to the back yard and directed, "Go out there and bring back a good switch."
A flurry of thoughts raced through his mind as he went out to the willow tree. 'Did she really mean that I'll get spanked EVERY TIME before sex? Even if we have sex ten times in a week, does that mean I'll get ten spankings? What If it's too much? What if I'm too sore for a spanking? And she spanks so hard, how am I going to deal with that?' With trembling hands, he cut a willow switch. Then he brought it in to her.
She had taken off her skirt, and was clad only in a tight T-shirt, white socks, and sandals. In spite of his trepidation, he could not keep from being aroused at the sight of her.
"Clothes off, my love," she directed in a sweet voice.
He shed his clothes. She led him to the bedroom and directed him to lie face down.
"Keep your hands in front of you," she admonished, "and don't wiggle TOO much," she added with a giggle.