Judy's mind might not know the full consequences of her actions with her brother; but her body was certainly doing everything a little girl can do to ...get it to reproduce. So was Bobby. With a groan he suddenly sank down on his little sister; frantically rutting into the child while his prick bulged and spat wad after thick white wad of sperm into Judy's milking vagina. Bulge after thick bulge rippled through my son's prick, as the boy bred his little sister like a bull breeding a cow. . Looking back, the most likely candidate was the time I glanced down at thelavatory bowl and saw the reddish-brown spots that had dripped from mycrotch. I didn't panic; Dr Ainsley had made sure I knew what theyheralded, and how I was to proceed once they appeared. But I still wantedto be sick after I'd flushed them away.At least I wouldn't have to drink any more of that revolting herbal tea.There were other nadirs, not all of them a direct consequence of my firstbrush with the menstrual cycle. “Grab your ankles.”She obeys immediately, bending over and keeping her legs straight in the process. Without much preamble I wallop her ass hard with the paddle, again and again, steadily and without pausing. She whimpers and moans occasionally, the air hissing through her clenched teeth a couple times as the paddle finally penetrates her thick jeans.“Seven… eight… nine… _ten_!” screams the crowd as I spank the blonde, the girls in high-pitched voices filled with alarm, the guys with laughter. It isn’t strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but I hope you will. Now this episode. I worried for quite some time about including this. There is some mild violence – this is the ONLY example of SM in my story – and I’m not sure how it will be received. By way of explanation, I don’t plan my writing, my characters just take me along and this is where they went! It did, however, serve several purposes. It allowed me to discover how it felt to write this sort of thing (not very happy –.