I lost my virginity at camp. But I didn’t share it with my boyfriend until I was almost 18. I never equated love with being naked or being naked wit...h having sex. Sex was something people in love did. Naked was just the way we lived.”“Wow.” My eye brows went up as high as they could as the truth of it hit me.“Funny how that works, huh?” She looked at me and smiled.“Diana, are you hungry?”“Yeah, but I am going to wait for the girls. Do you mind?”“No. I’m not that hungry.”“If you are, go ahead and. When Farley and the rest came back from the cottage about an hour later, I saw that Michelle had been crying but she seemed to be holding up ok. When Farley caught my eye, he slightly nodded his head indicating that everything was ok. Timmy came running over and climbed into my lap, much to Kat's delight because she was looking at Michelle trying to make sure she was ok. Other than Timmy's enthusiasm about going back to the island, the conversation was a little subdued until the guard said over. Still, I wasn’t going to be deterred. I needed to get under his skin. “I thought you guys were trained in getting people to talk,” I taunted him. Secretly, I was hoping for another spanking. I was amazed at the power he had over me and I craved that feeling of helplessness. When I was with him, I wasn’t a girl who wanted to change the world. I was a girl wanting to be changed and he was just the man to do it. “That’s it!” He exclaimed as he sat up and reached for his cigarettes on the. He moves his hand back and they are replaced by another blow from the belt- a stinging blow in my most sensitive spot. I moan as the pain fades into pleasure, and desire. The belt comes down again, this time gently, the leather running over my tender, aching skin. It rubs over my clitoris- oh yesss- and again, sliding over the wetness of my desire for him. “Oh baby” he mutters, and pushes the tip of the belt inside me. The leather is warm, and wet, and he spins it around inside me, bringing the.