Then around the rock came a young man. He ask, "So, how is the fishing?" Well, I had no pole in the water "yet". So I said, "Not that good." He said, ..."Can I join you here for awhile, do you mind?" Hell I have no pants on, and did not know what to do or say, so I just looked at him and shrugged my shoulders. He got out his blanket and sat down beside me. Then he started to lay back, he had on real tight shorts. I looked over and saw his Balls hanging out of them. Damn I thought, I wonder if he. I’ve been called many things. From sadistic misanthrope to freak. From cruel and unusual bastard to literary genius. Well, many people can’t agree on what to make of me. I’m the writer whose stories show men and women at their best and worst. There are bad men and bad women in this world. The media and society at large thinks of women as saints and heroes while they think of men as villains and buffoons. Well, I think villainy is inherently part of both sexes. I also see television shows and. It's barely even in. Just relax and enjoy the feeling."She did and her head fell back. She took deep breaths and I watched her chest heave up and down."Miss Melissa?" Her voice was calm and she seemed to enjoy it."Yes dear? Want me to stop?" I began moving the small egg back and forth by it's cord"Hmmmm... No, please continue. I really like this and I feel like I could just melt." "Then what is it?" Could you... do it now?" "Do what? If you want something, say it clearly." I moved the big egg. . and that turned me on so ... But I couldn't concentrate and he's been frustrated and ... not angry, exactly ... but looking like he was running out of patience.Well, today he'd had it with me and I don't blame him. I was expecting the embarrassment of a public spanking but instead he took me into his private office and, while the other girls practiced their pliés in the hall, I stretched across Sir's oak desk and stood on tip toe. My leotards pulled tight along my buttocks and Sir must have.