.. .... different. I tried to relax even more for the next one. “Smack!” “Twelve. Thank you, Ma’am.” Again, it hurt, but in a different sort... of way. It almost felt good– no, that couldn’t be. It was a spanking. It couldn’t feel good. Spankings were supposed to hurt. “Smack!” “Thirteen. Thank you, Ma’am.” “Smack!” “Fourteen. Thank you, Ma’am.” “Smack!” “Fifteen. Thank you, Ma’am.” What was going on? The smacks were starting to feel good in a weird sort of way. They still hurt, but they felt.... Firstly, I tell my boys to tear the clothes from your back, or secondly you can remove them for us. One way your have clothes to wear on Sunday when we take you home, the other you'll be naked because all your clothes will be torn to pieces."I stood there complete numb, oh I knew it was coming I had seen it in all their eyes, stripping away my clothes in their minds. It not my fault that my boobs are 'D's' or that my hips flare nicely to long shapely legs, no it in my genes that I inherited. I was in heaven – wow – we then heard someone on the carpark so we ran off – later that day I met up with Nic again and she invited me back to her house – so I agreed, when in her house her mum & dad were in the kitchen so we went upstairs to her bedroom so we could watch some TV, as we got to the top of the stairs I couldn’t help noticing that her sisters bedroom door was open and Kaz was in the process of getting changed (I also heard that the bath was running) Kaz, was as I went past her. I even blew three of the staff off in here because I couldn’t pay the bill. But between you and me, I just enjoy being a slut and pretended I couldn’t pay so I could do that. So, want to join me in here?”She opened the door and walked in, and Kris followed her. She turned around and watched the door close. As soon as it closed, she pressed Kris up against it, fumbling for the lock. She locked the door and grabbed Kris’ head, pulling his mouth to hers. She pulled his top off and over his head..