Honest!”“Uh huh.”“Look that’s not the point. I was just going to ask if you wanted to go downtown this Friday and blow off some steam. It do...esn’t feel like a walk in the park would do you any good right now.”“So like…a date?”“N-No! Just, as friends!” she started sputtering out incoherent words and I laughed at how embarrassed she got from that simple statement. “That doesn’t sound too bad actually,” I smiled, “After school?”“Yes.”“Do you want me to wear something special?”“Ha-Ha,” she smirked. Now it's time to get over my knee."At this he grabbed Tim's arm and pulled him over his lap. Mrs. Walker sat agacent to them and walched as her husband spanked Tim's bare bottom, a small tear in her eye. My Walker spanked over and over and harder and harder as he went.At first Tim thought it was managable. He felt more embarassment than pain but as the spanking continued, the pain started to increase exponentioally. He wanted to get up and off Mr. Walker's lap but he remembered what he was. At first it was an on or off proposition, a little like what I'd gone through as a toddler when the gifts began manifesting themselves. By the time we were eating our grilled bass I'd managed to teach myself to filter out the strong ones, but somehow the background emotional noise was completely unaffected by those filters. Fortunately the 'noise' level was low enough that I could more or less tune it out despite not being able to shield myself from it.Unless I decided to turn it all off, and. Once you were reasonablydry, I marched you into our bedroom and instructed you todeposit the damp towel inside the hamper, then bend over it.Knowing you were in for a sound, bare-ass spanking, youpromised to never skip class again, throwing in an offerof an immediate blowjob to sweeten the deal. I acceptedand a moment later your knees hit the carpet as you fumbledwith my belt buckle and zipper. Soon, you had my pants andboxers down to my knees and my hardened cock between youreager lips. You.