More spanking

I reasoned with myself that it would be fine to indulge just once more in a spanking session with Billy. But it was a case of how do I get him on his own again. Getting rid of my husband for the day wouldn't be a problem, he often works away anyway. The problem was Albert would be back working in our garden next week with Billy.

I still couldn’t believe I had allowed an old man in his 60s to squeeze my tits and lift my skirt, revealing my knickers to him; and how he had squeezed and smacked my bum cheeks.

When the day came for the garden to be done. I was nervous and a bit jittery. I found myself dressing a little more sexy than usual with a tight low cut top showing plenty of cleavage and a short skirt that could easily be pulled up. Then I had to choose a pair of knickers. I used the mirror to see how each pair looked when I was bent over with my skirt riding up. Would these be too see-through? Will they cover my bum? With one pair I shocked myself by thinking, I bet those would make the old man's cock hard!

I had dressed for a purpose and I debated with my conscience whether I should get changed into something more covered up. Giving in to my feelings I told myself to be honest with myself, I wanted to be spanked again, and why not give the old man something nice to look at? I just hoped that Billy would be on his own again.