I’m afraid she might need treatment.”“You mean like a clinic?”“Yes. They can get her off whatever it is she’s taking and hopefully find ou...t what really happened.”“She’s going to lose it. Completely.”“Don’t you think she already has? I think so, based on what you said last night. She must have really said something shocking to get you to react the way you did.”“She did. And I hope you’ll just let it go, please.”“I want you to tell me, but I won’t force you to.”“Compromise?” I asked.“What?”“I’ll. ’ Your hand reaches down and cups my balls as you plant an enormous sloppy kiss on my lips. ‘Want me to leave?’ you teasingly whisper into my ear. ‘No,’ I moan. I resume our kiss as my hands go up under your dress and caress your bare ass. We kiss and you stroke between my legs until you can feel my cock straining against my trousers. Your hand finds my belt and deftly undoes it. Your fingers unbutton and unzip me as you kiss down my neck. Your hand pushes past the waistband of my boxers and. I’ve told him so much about you.” I didn’t tell her I had sent Spanker lots of photos of Deb naked in various poses that were supposed to be private. “I wouldn’t have invited him if I thought he might hurt you, other than a little whipping, like the kind I give you. Pain makes pleasure. You know that.” Deb looked down at the floor, sighed, and went back to her baking. The front door bell rang punctually at 7. It was Spanker.“C’mon in and meet Deb.”She extended her hand and he took it in his and. I admitted that I hadn’t been the most romantic of boys either; I’d known that I wanted to go to college and get a great career, so I had steered clear of any potential romantic entanglements, and had avoided having a steady girlfriend. I hadn’t done a whole lot of hand-holding and Public Displays of Affection either, but I had shown the girls I’d dated respect and friendship. No strings recreational sex yes, flowers and cards and hand-holding, no. Disrespect or abuse, never. My folks would.