Behind him, Wendy was smiling as she saw the red marks that were beginning to cover Peter’s already sore and swollen bottom. Mrs. Taylor paused for ...a few moments to inspect her work and to adjust her skirt, to look over at Jessica and then to allow Peter to settle in for the remainder of his punishment, before laying on her remaining strokes. Those final seven strokes being given slowly, and at full-force, across the lower part of Peter Mitchell’s muscular bottom. The collection of twigs. He jumped in beside me and grabbed me and started tickling me. “Kevin!” I laughed, “Cut it out!” I threw my arms at him and grabbed his shorts to pull him away from me. He immediately stopped tickling me. I realized where my hands were, “Sorry!” I yelled, pulling them away. “It’s ok” he says, slowly. “Um, I, I’m going to go use the bathroom.” I said, hopping out of the pool. As I walked in the house, I peeked back out him out the window, he was wrapping himself in a towel; he was concealing his. The topic made her uncomfortable.“They want stuff from me. They aren’t going to let me just blow them and leave. I’ll have to text them. Then I have to hang out with them. Then I need to put them on an emotional rollercoaster, so they never know where they stand with me and are filled with uncertainty. It is a whole thing,” Hailey dismissed the idea of using her boyfriends as donors.“I am hungry for cum all the time!” she rolled her eyes.“I can relate,” Claire admitted enigmatically.She could. Do NOT read this if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your state or country. Do NOT read this if you are offended by fantasies involving sexually explicit material. Comments welcome, send to: [email protected] and Carol and Gemma and - Alice? - by Bethany JacquesI sat there, in the kitchen, suddenly very nervous again. The previous half-hour had started out nerve-racking enough but I had settled, more quickly than I had imagined. Carol hadn't laughed, she.