“When you asked to try the Tawse on Saturday it was more than just curiosity wasn’t it? Celia began. “You know you can tell me anything don’t ...you?” Sophie knew that the truth would come out eventually and told her mother how she had missed the security of being disciplined and the sense of order it brought to her life. She confided that she felt a bit uncomfortable asking her mother to punish her at her age. “That’s easy!” said her mother, “What if you don’t have to ask?” Sophie looked. I run my hands up the back of your shirt to grip your shoulders and tremble with desire… “I’ve only got a few minutes” you mumble as you plunge your face into my neck, smelling my perfume and kissing oh so gently… My jacket falls to the ground as our fondling becomes more rabid and we stumble deeper into the darkness of the wood. You realise we’ll need it and quickly grab the jacket in one hand, my hand held firmly in the other and run a few paces further so we’re right away from the path and. " A cloud of alcohol vapors drifts past me, she already hammered! She starts to flirt with me, her hands gently roaming over my arms and thighs. Any rescue for me by her friends soon left with them. It was just me and Audrey and I caught her already eyeing my bulge in my crotch. Downing my beer in a couple of swift gulps, I mumbled about having to leave and get home to my wife. This nasty slut was getting to me. "Sure," she said and got up, then plopped herself down on my lap before I could. She was really sexy and after a rough start, we fucked all the time. I actually began to think that my sissy past was just a youthful mistake; i wasn't a faggot after all, just a mixed up punk who needed a real woman to straighten him out.But a lot of times when Sherlyn and I were fucking, my thoughts would go back to Sweet James, and how marvelous it had felt to be in his big strong arms & to know that I was his woman. James had satisfied me way more than Sherlyn ever could! I knew that.