His eyes lit up, he moved forward an touched my pussy, probing a finger down the crease of my slit. 'I spank you" he said and told me to bend over the... desk in the middle of the room. I made myself as comfortable as I could, keeping my legs together as to hide my modesty.I then gave out a yelp as his hand came down hard on my bare bottom, and again soon after. This guy was some kind of sadist I was sure.I pleaded with him not to spank me again and that I would do anything.His eyes lit up again.. Armed with glass of wine each we began to mingle. With Wendy knowing most of the people there she was relaxed and a very popular guest. Lots of people seemed to gravitate towards her which meant I was left to my own devices rather. I did talk to a few people who asked why we were dressed as schoolgirls? I explained. And one lady who was extremely interested in whether I was dressed ‘authentically’ right down to school knickers. I told her I was and she said, ‘Give me a flash then. To see if. I could feel the juices trickling down my thighs. Off we went again, and I continued to feel the sting of leather on my ass cheeks and my pussy lips.We reached the footbridge, which was about the halfway point, when my uncle demanded that I stop once again. He discovered that his riding crop was all wet from slapping my aroused pussy. This wouldn’t do, he told me, and we’d have to rectify the situation. He told me to put my head down on my folded arms, and to stick my ass high up in the. We rode the waves on our rafts into the beach area. Closer to the beach in front of us would be all these girls on rafts trying to catch the wave that we were riding on. Their bikini-clad butts would be right out in the open and ready for an enterprising pair like us to raft by and cop a good feel. Their legs would be open and kicking trying to get enough speed up to ride the wave. I was even surprised that the girls would feel us up every so often. Just as we would get a good handful of butt.