“Twelve smacks, Katherine. I don’t want any fuss, young lady.” Helen wasted no time in resuming the seventeen-year old’s punishment.“Whack!�...��“Whack!”“Whack!”“Whack!”“Whack!”“Whack!”Helen Downey placed her left hand on the girl’s back and pushed her down into the desk, enabling her to administer the punishment quickly. Katherine Cook tried to struggle but Helen was able to administer half of the punishment without any disruption. After the first six smacks with the slipper, she paused to allow. He whispered reluctant words but his hands were eager – thrusting, squeezing, pushing deep into the folds of her cunt as she dripped lust down the back of her thighs.“I can’t,” he said, as he did.“You can,” she replied, lifting herself onto tiptoe so she could display herself to him.She does it again now, because she is compelled to: exactly the same actions, and the same thoughts. Over and over. She played the part of the wicked temptress, although he’d never asked her to. She’d pretended to. I spoke to the owner, a lady named Brenda who seemed very pleasant and took all my details and said that she would personally welcome me to her humble abode, all very nice.Brenda ran the guest house with her husband Dave and their twins Samantha and Gary who decided to join the business after they finished school, they had a health suite which contained a small sauna and hot tub and also offered massage, she said they only had 4 rooms so the health suite is never busy and clothing was optional.. Even more thrilling was my beautiful new girlfriend Elysa, who I invited along for the adventure. She was less experienced with the outdoors, having grown up in the suburbs of LA, but no less enthusiastic. My imagination overflowed with possibilities – of new sights, majestic wilderness, hot springs, and great sex. Needless to say, we were both buzzing with energy that morning, but neither of us could have guessed how much wilder our week was about to become.We’d met a couple years.