“Whatever would give you that idea?” I asked in my most innocent voice.“This,” she answered as she slid her hips back slightly and lay her han...d on the growing bulge in my shorts. When her fingers wrapped around me, I moaned slightly. When she tugged long and slow, another moan. With every stroke my erection became more pronounced. She smiled at her achievement.Her hand came off and her hips slid forward again, placing her directly on the length of me.“Mmm,” was all that escaped her lips. She. She did not care. It was all cool, and even offered to paint them many times. The only problem was that she didn't like her feet being touched; but as soon as I got my hands on them--it was all okay. Sel's feet are the largest feet I have ever encountered; with an arch that was crazy deep. The first time she tried a footjob, she was raw. Did not have the coordination down and was scared of hurting me. And it was obvious that she was heavy-legged.In this incident, she text me saying she applied. ”Then I watched as Mom dug around in the bottom of her closet and pulled out an old suitcase. She placed it on her bed and opened it. There inside were things that I never expected to see in my mother’s possession. She had a long wooden paddle, a short wide leather strap with a handle, and something that she called cat-o-nine-tails. She demonstrated how I should start hitting her gently and work my way up. She hit her pillow with them and then had me try them out too.I asked about her screaming. We were far too young for that. But I liked it and was happy to do more after we broke off from the first try. Over the next year or so we repeated the kissing in lots of places, as often as we could safely get away with it. I’m not entirely sure whether my cock got hard the first time we kissed, but I know it did when we kissed and cuddled as our adventure continued. His folks moved away after a year and that ended this special phase of my sexual development, but during that year we ended up.