.. You sit up and reach to feel my hair and slowly bring your hand down to caress my jaw line just to touch my lips over your pulsing cock. You watch... for a while and then you remove yourself from my mouth. As you begin to kiss my moistened lips, you taste your sex. You push me back onto your desk; you feel the need to go down on me once more. You kiss and caress my breasts, my stomach, my navel, my clean-shaven pussy. You gently fondle the inside of my thighs with your hot tongue and. Otherwise it just does not feel like a complete spanking and punishment and comes up short of the complete and utter enjoyment I derive from having my bottom bared and turned that special shade of red I like to call spanking red.I was 6 years old my mother was 38, I was the youngest of 4 c***dren and 6 years younger than the closest sibling age wise. So at six my brother was 12, older brother 14 and the eldest, my sister was 17. On that sunny southern California Saturday my brothers were gone. “I’ll be there in at two and wait ten minutes.” I agreed. Then I opened the door for Tiger and off we went. Trotting right along.First thing I noticed when I awoke the next morning was that it was raining, not hard but steady. Tiger and I didn’t want to go out but he had to. Fortunately I could pee inside. By noon the rain had stopped and the sun came out all hot and bright. By two the roads and the park benches were dry.I saw Betty boobs holding court on a park bench, while her camera lady. It would be only my second girl if I did anything. The more I talked with her my senses told me she would do it. I had to rely on my experience in flirting in which I had plenty.With Linda, it was easy flirting because she was doing half of it. I lay by the pool with them most of the day doing nothing but talking and being sunburned. The more we talked I began getting a good feeling about her. It felt it was time to make a move. I looked over my shoulder at my back in an attempt for her to see.