"Hey, we need to talk," was the greeting I got as Cindy woke me the next morning. Bad things zoomed thru my head. Oh, God, no, I thought, not the we need to talk talk.
I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and was greeted by a bright-eyed and pony-tailed Cindy. Free of makeup, full of glee, she looked much younger than her 32 years. Until you notice she was wearing that lace see-thru bodysuit from the night before. Maybe she will let me down softly. I'm twice her age. She is so desirable on so many levels anyone would be lucky to be with her.
"Breakfast, I asked?" Trying to slow the inevitable. She pointed to the nightstand beside me with some oversized danish and a glass of ice tea. She kissed me on the cheek, suggested I go pee and brush my teeth and then come back to bed.
Crawling back into bed, she straddled me, push the hair out of my eyes kissing me again. It started as a light brushing of our lips, but I was soon overwhelmed by her eagerness. She sat up and smiled, but I noticed her eyes getting dewy. "Talk," I said.
She chewed her lip, breathed deeply, and started with a stream of consciousness that seemed to go nowhere.
"Stop. Let's do this one at a time, I said."
After a second deep breath she said, "Thank you, thank you for everything."
"Everything," I asked.
She explained how nervous she was the first night that she came over for 'Revenge'. She said she came over to be vindictive and to even the score. She explained that would have left her feeling like Ed in the morning. Calling it a new beginning instead allowed her to leave the past in the past. Quickly she said, "And thank you for spanking me."
"You know I like sp...
"Let me finish," She said. "Spanking me broke my shell. Bad girls get spanked and I had never been bad. Spanking me that first time was like having sex for the first time. The orgasm was pretty special too. It was different, it was in my head. Now when I think about spanking and stuff and end up with soaked panties."
"Anything else," I asked?
"Do you think I'm slutty," she asked?
I said, "I don't know. I don't know what slutty is. I guess it is different for everyone and I think the same behavior can be slutty for one and not slutty for another. Do you think you're slutty? You told me once you wanted to be a slut."
"I like where I am at. I liked playing with Kitty and Sam. I think I want to do that more. But mostly I want to play with you," she said snuggling against my chest. As I hugged her tightly she said, "One more thing, can I call you Daddy?"
