You certainly need to be taught a lesson. How many are you going to get, Birthday Girl?” He asked. “Twenty-four, sir,” I responded confidently. ...I was starting to enjoy the situation I had put myself in. “On each cheek,” he said squeezing both of them. “Twenty-four on each cheek, sir.” He began to spank me hard. Alternating cheeks, working his way from the top of my ass down to the top of my thighs and then back up again. His hand hurt a lot more than the wooden spoon. It didn’t seem like he. Maine sharmate hua kaha nahi. Wo mere paas aa gaye aur unone muje haste hua khaha ki “To tum muje baar baar chupke se kyun dekthe ho”Maine kahaki aap bhaut aachi dekthi hai is leye, to wo boli ki “kya tum mujhse sex karoge main jan ti hoon ki tum man hi man mujh par marte ho.” aure mere maan mey he maan mey khush ho raha tha and socha k aaj to num lag gaya. And then wo mujhe jor se kiss karne lagi.Mujhe bhi koi control nahi hua. Aur main bhi sushma ko kiss karne laga. Wo mujhe bole ki mujhe. As we flirted like this, my hand was sliding further up under her dress. I just kept going, her dress starting to slide up over her bare thigh until suddenly I felt the edge of her knickers. “Oh, Annie,” Penny breathed. Teasing her, I slid my hand over the front of them. The material felt lacy; I wondered what colour they were; how exciting it was to be feeling them without being able to see. I pressed against the front, and she choked back a sound, my fingers sliding over the soft fleshy pubic. No longer concealed by the open wings of my jacket, they were nowreally conspicuous and I had not expected that."Stay there. I'm just going to do a little shopping" I said and started outback to the store, bouncing on my little trainers, another nice touch Ihadn't asked for, my lovely long locks blowing in the breeze. I suddenlyrealised that the big black handbag didn't suit my new image, so wished itwas a denim shoulder-bag. Nothing happened, so I turned back. I triedcommanding the bag to.