An old girlfriend liked to do it standing up. The problem, of course, is that I am six feet tall, and she was barely five. So I had to support her with her thighs on my forearms and my hands holding her butt cheeks, with her hands gripping my shoulders. It makes my lower back hurt just to recall it. We weren’t together too long.
By the time I got to the SHC, the chair had been removed and the wound cleaned. I also fashioned a bandage, to keep the blood from ruining my pants, that looked like my ass was wearing a toga.