Despite knowing in my heart that she wasn’t going to show up for school when she wasn’t where we agreed to meet a week before school started, I st...ill watched for her the entire first semester, even though I had dated other girls. I thought that she might stop by just to see me, and had hoped to catch a glimpse of her, and possibly even talk to her.Now, here she was in my arms again. “I need to get these groceries to my folks. Want to come out to the farm?” I asked hopefully.“It’s hard enough to. I came back to my senses as well-my head was reeling with all the visuals of the last hour….this was too much for me-a heady mixture that knocked me out….the only thing which kept working was my cock which was throbbing within my pants to the extent of being painful…I watched the car slowly roll out of the parking slot…i was wondering what to do when suddenly, the car halted a few feet ahead…the driver’s window came down and her hand came out…she gestured me over to the car…I came closer….she. “Better?”He sighed. “Come on, Pet, why don’t-” his voice caught in his throat as pain shot through him.“You don’t call me that” Petra growled as she squeezed his dick and balls harder through his pants. “You never, EVER call me that.”“I’m sorry,” Jeremy wheezed. “P-Petra. I won’t call you that.”“Good,” Petra said, mercifully releasing his junk from her grip. Her mood shifted immediately back to quietly indignant. “So look, what’s the minimum sick **** victim part you’re gonna make me play. I'd never spanked a girl before although I'd often fantasised about it. Like most men of my generation I'd been brought up with corporal punishment, often of a ritualistic kind, so it had obviously left its mark. Amanda's black satin skirt was tight around her and I had been watching her sexy arse with its outline of figure hugging panties all evening. I wondered how I was going to hitch it up enough to gain access to her ripe bottom and give it the spanking it deserved. However she had other.