Julie had purchased a cane as one of Christopher's eighteenth birthday presents and he now felt that across his arse more frequently than his mothers ...hairbrush with him usually wearing female clothing when the beatings were administered although they had long ceased to be punishments as both parties got pleasure from them.For a change Julie was about to have her son,dressed in a short skirt and a blouse, over her knee for a bare arsed hairbrush spanking but before the spanking had finished they. ”“Shhh,” he said stroking my hair. “You’re past the hard part now. Relax and enjoy it.”Then he gently slid in deeper and started to thrust. Even though there were only a few inches in me I felt stretched to the max. The girth of his huge shaft was more than anything I had tried before. Yet just when I thought I could take no more he slid in deeper. Before I knew it he was thrusting in and out of me and I was lost in bliss. I started bucking back against him fucking him like a real girl.“Damn,”. Ab maine apne kapde utar diye aur pura nanga ho gaya…mere 8 inch k kale bhusand loude ko dekh kar uski aankhein choudi hone lagi thi, maine usse kaha abhi to sirf teri ankhein fati hai aage aage dekh tera kya kya fatta hai.Wo ab bhi virodh kar rahi thi par mujh par ab koi asar nahi hone wala tha, maine av dekha na tav aur uske upar kood gaya bilkul waise hi jaise sher apne shikar par toot padta hai, wo chatpatane lagi kyunki mere koodne se uske pet par chot lag gait hi lekin mai kahan manne. I had been given a project to complete a pencil drawing of a life model and I had made a real hash of it, I had however been working for weeks on a pencil drawing of Miss Cartwright, I had drawn her naked with her legs open, a hairy muff and a gold chain around her neck with a heart on it that she always wore. Maybe it was the frustration of having cocked up the first picture, maybe it was my attempt to show her what I thought of her I don't know but I do remember handing in the picture of her.