‘Your final stroke will fall in the crease between your bottom and your thighs. You will really be able to tell that you’ve been spanked when you ...try to sit down.’ Mr. Green said. I felt the crop in my crease as he was measuring for the last stroke, then WACK!! This really hurt. I let out a loud ‘Ouch’, and squirmed in my bonds. It felt like a streak of hot fire had gone across my poor bottom. ‘I didn’t hear you count again, so your last stroke will be repeated’, he said. ‘No please!! Can’t you. They've emerged from the pool, wet and cool but warming in the sun, little goose pimples all over their arms and breasts and thighs amplified by the glistening wet sunshine on their lithe limbs, Claire's brunette hair wet down her slender back, her small breasts barely filling the a-cup bikini, pale turquoise against even paler white skin, her flat belly wet down to a swollen mons that fills the front of her pale turquoise bikini bottoms in a magnificently sexy camel toe, then long thin legs. It was nearly dusk as we walked to their site. They had made rib eye steaks, cut up potatoes and onions that were cooked in foil, and fresh sweet corn on the cob. We hungrily ate the food at the picnic table while listening to one of the country stations from the nearby town, while enjoying more Budweiser beer. Of course they called them “Bud’s” and said hell yeah we’ll have another Bud, while looking at Bud. After dinner, we sat in the four chairs around the campfire Billy had started. . I’m sure Paul and Mollie can finish up the salad on their own.’‘Well--okay, ‘ Katie agreed grudgingly. Biting her lip, she glanced back at Paul once, his gorgeous ginger hair and dark eyes. When he looked at her, she noticed his eyes darkened even further.‘I’ll--I’ll be back in a minute, ‘ she told the Lindbergs, and started for the attic. Paul nodded, smiling as she went. He knew she’d be back soon enough.The attic ladder was still unlocked when Katie opened it. She didn’t bother knocking; she.