Donald reaches and takes the paddle from her. “Emma this is just to help you learn what is expected from you.”And she feels the slap as the paddle... spanks her the first time. Over and over it goes back and forth on her cheeks, then on the same one over and over. She can feel Donald is covering every inch of her ass and thighs. There is some pain, but it is the humiliation which makes her cry. And while painful to feel, there comes a point when the pain for her transcends to something which. I knew their feelings because Dad warned me just two weeks before our wedding.You see Carol had a reputation when we met as a, well as the English call it, the village bike. Anyone could ride if they bought her dinner and a few drinks. Sometimes dinner wasn't necessary. But after our first date she changed. They village bike had retired and I was the only one riding.About six months after we started dating Carol told me she was 2 ½ months pregnant. My Dad suggested I have a paternity test done. The was a washing basket in the corner. I could see Danny’s clothes in there on the top, but something poking out from under his clothes piqued my interest. Something pink and lacey. I reached in and pulled out the freshly worn panties. I had never held anything like them before. They felt so soft and sensual. My little cock stood immediately to attention. I turned the panties over in my hand, admiring them as I started to rub my cock. I automatically brought the panties up to my nose and. Now I'm going to start smelling like an old man. A lump started forming in my throat and I thought I was going to start crying. I continued upstairs and passed Abigail in the hall. I know she smelled me because she gave me a really weird look. I ignored her, went into my room and closed the door. I flopped back on my bed. What next, I thought.The door opened and Abigail walked in. The fact that she didn't knock or ask to come in pissed me off. Hell, I was already pissed off."Don't come in," I.