This should have been the end of part two, but it got too late to finish it yesterday... When, I arrived home early on the Friday evening, Sue was wearing a vest top and another short skirt – longer than the one she had worn for her spanking, but still well above her knees. Her nipples were poking out, highlighting the lack of a bra, and when I asked her how her bum was now, she turned and raised the skirt, showing that she was also without panties. Her bum had a couple of purple bruises, but looked much better than I had feared. Over dinner and wine, we talked about sex. My research had highlighted, that this type of thing could be taken to extremes, and I was seriously hoping, that wasn’t where Sue wanted to go – and fortunately it wasn’t. Emboldened by this, I said that whilst I was happy to give her an occasional hard spanking, I didn’t want it to dominate our sex lives – but that I certainly didn’t want the new sexy Sue to go away. Sue said that being spanked just felt so naughty, and such a contrast from normal life. We both have responsible, “respectable” jobs, and I suppose out private lives reflected that public image. As Sue spoke, it became clear that what really turned her on, was having that contrast, “doing things that respectable people wouldn’t” – as she put it. Sue clearing the table, and filling the dishwasher gave me a little time to think and I decided to approach this head-on. When she returned, I said you want a contrast between our public and private lives, so I think we need to establish some ground rules. Sue was looking expectantly at me, so I started with – when we are at home, you don’t wear a bra. Sue’s tits are lovely, with sensitive nipples that really stick out when aroused, but they aren’t that big, and she already didn’t always bother with a bra, so it was an easy start, and she readily agreed. I then said, “and the same applies to panties” – Sue paused, but then nodded. Whilst on a roll, I said “and the same when the two of us go out together, unless you can justify wearing them”. This resulted in a longer pause, before Sue said ok. It occurred to me that with most of Sue’s wardrobe, the risk of exposure was pretty much nil, and that that was at least partly why she had agreed. However, I’d already decided that I was going to encourage her into some more revealing outfits – especially when we were away from our local area. Sue had always been very polite, almost never swearing. I said, you want a contrast, so we’re going to have a contrast in vocabulary. I reached out and stroked over her vest, and said” these are your tits and when we have sex we fuck”. I held her hand to me and said “this is my dick”. I then put my hand up her skirt and found that she was again dripping wet. I asked Sue what it was. She was silent as I stroked her, so I stopped. She tried to rub herself against my hand, but I moved it away, asking again “what is it”? Sue almost whispered “my pussy”. This was quite a step for her, but I decided to push her further. I said, “well it might be, but a pussy that wants to be stroked, and licked, and fucked is a cunt, what’s yours”. Sue’s face registered total shock. She’d always hated the “C” word, and I’d never said it in front of her. As the silence continued, I thought I’d blown it, but then suddenly Sue almost shouted “it’s my cunt, now treat it like one”. I put my hand back up, and could feel her juices running down her leg. I pushed two fingers inside her and rubbed her clit. Her legs buckled as she came, and I had to lower her to the floor, where she continued to shudder and moan. Sue, gradually calmed down and opened her eyes, looking surprised when she realised she was lying on the dining room floor. She looked at me, and the surprised look was replaced, with a large, almost evil grin. “Well”, she said, aren’t you going to shove your big, hard dick in my cunt and give me a good fucking?” To be continued…