He grabbed her wrists and extended her arms down by her side then rested his knees on top of the palms of her hands. She winced at the weight of him, ...but didnt struggle. He pushed her legs up and open and met a little resistance from the girl. He smacked her across the back of the head roughly, physically telling her to stop it. She gave in to the warning and relaxed as much as her body would let her. He pushed up her legs and spread them until her pussy was pushed out and open to him. He. We’ll start again at one.” I raised the paddle and brought it down with a crack on her left cheek. Swat. “One,” she gasped. The next four came quickly in the middle of her butt and each was answered with the correct numbers. Swat. “Five.” Swat...Swat “Six, SEVEN. OUCHHHH. Oh my god, that really hurts,” Deb cried between sobs. “I believe punishment is supposed to hurt,” I answered. The next two were delivered quickly and the corresponding numbers were answered but with some. I had to guess that all three were in on something but whatever it was I had no idea. Except that all three of them were bra-less for the whole damn day and I already loved them for that. So I was starting to think that whatever any of those three suggested, I had better do it no questions asked. Hard as hell to do but this was turning into something potentially spectacular!. Not only that but I had noticed that the ladies had been filling moms wine glass without asking.The conversation was. But I would like to recount my first bad sexual experience, back in the early days of my gay experimentation at my local 'cottage'.I'd had a couple of encounters with some older guys in my local public toilets in my early twenties and they were mind-blowing. I would hang around the place most weekends, and I quickly realised who were the regulars looking for a little sexual gratification. One Sunday, on a bitterly cold January afternoon, I noticed one of the usual suspects hanging around the.