On the heavy looking table in front of her was an old fashioned oil lamp and an ancient book encased in dark leather. An old fashioned feather quill a...nd ink pot were dried up, resting to the side. Maybe this room was older than she thought, there were certainly pens in the 1920s. Gently lifting the cover of the book she felt the pages crinkle as they parted. The scent of old books filled the air in front of her face as she ran her fingers over the first few pages. Neatly written rows of numbers. 5 inches". She looked shocked and said, "What!". With that, I pedaled off briskly. I looked in the rear-view mirror that was on my bike and saw that she had a grin on her face. My parents sent me to boarding school after that and I didn't see her for a number of years. I was always nervous about my dick back then as I had seen that compared to others, it was fatter and much longer. I also had a bad girl experience at boarding school. A horny girl classmate lured me into some woods one weekend. She had put on a transparent sari with a flimsy blouse, with nothing beneath it. I could even make out size of her nipples. Kushal went to his room. When he into his washroom, I entered his room and slipped into the balcony of his room and closed the door behind me and locked it from outside. Since there were no apartments around, he used to keep the balcony window open. He came out of the washroom, with only towel wrapped around his waist. He called Kiran, “Mom, please do not disturb me. That was when I felt the first slap on my ass cheek from his right hand. I jumped a little, surprised, but I recovered quickly and stayed still, in position for him. The spanking had now started and as it continued the slaps got harder and harder. He was testing me, but was he happy with me?. What if he was a real sadist? Now that the pain had started, how far would he go? I didn't know the answers to these thoughts, but I did know that I would be finding out pretty soon. I just hoped I could.