She wants to be spanked.

"Okay." You nod in agreement. "I'd love to act out one of your fantasies. You may have to give me a few minutes to get back up to full strength." You laugh and she joins you, although a little nervously. "You really drained me."

"I'm glad I did...and you don't have to worry about that right now. An erection isn't neccessary for this fantasy." Melody bites her lip as her cheeks flush a pink color. "I...I've never told anyone about this fantasy before. Not even my closest exes."

"You can tell me." You insist, suddenly very intrigued. "I won't judge."

"I know you won't." She nods. "Okay..." She takes a deep breath and exhales sharply. "I...have always wanted to be...spanked."

"Spanked?" You ask, cocking your head to one side. Melody nods slowly, her cheeks still flushed. "You mean you've never been spanked before? None of your previous boyfriends ever slapped your ass?"

"That's not it." She shakes her head. "I'm not talking about a playful smack on the rear during sex. I mean like...like...God, this is embarrassing." She laughs nervously and pushes some hair out of the way of her face. She takes another deep breath before steeling her nerves and continuing. "I want you to be dressed and sitting down. I want to be bare naked and over your knee so you can spank me freely. With your hand...and...and maybe a hairbrush?" Her voice goes quiet and she bites her lower lip.

Your eyebrows raise up and you barely manage to keep from chortling to yourself. THIS is certainly interesting. "Really?" You ask, trying to keep your voice even.

"A-and..." she continues quickly, hoping to get it all out before she dies of embarassment. "And I...I want to be scolded." She squirms uneasily on the couch. "Like...err....like I'm being punished...um...for being a naughty girl." Her entire face turns crimson and she buries her face in her hands. "Oh my God. I can't believe I actually just told you all that. I am so fucking embarrassed."

"Hey, hey." You say comfortingly, trying to hide your grin. You put a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay."

"Can we just forget I ever said that?" She asks timidly. You think about it for a second before realizing the question isn't CAN you forget it, but if you WANT to forget it.