This one is the big one. By itself, it’s not so terrible, but this one spilled over into creating the whole rest of those lists,” I said. “It’...s gonna be tough to put a final accounting of the damage on that one and it’ll be painful to think it through,” I warned them, preparing them for it.They nodded and I drew a deep breath and laid out the scenario for them, reversing the roles. “Okay, so I want you to put yourselves in my position. We were together and everything is great one day and then. I stepped in and she closed the door quickly behind me being careful to stay hidden behind it. "I am the daughter [I've kept names out of this so far, why change it now], I am suppose to ask you if you would mind spanking me as well this weekend. I got put on probation at school for my grades and my dad thinks I need to be punished as well."She delivered this almost as if it had been rehearsed. I could tell she was not happy about the situation and was probably rolling her eyes except she was. She was alternately sucking and licking me, a trail of saliva building up at the base of my hairless cock while she effortlessly and skilfully made me harder than I had ever been before. She glanced up at her husband who was engrossed in the vision of his hard cock being sucked whilst his beautiful wife sucked another, relative stranger’s cock. ‘Come and have a taste darling’ she said and in an instant he was down there, his mouth clamped to the end of my cock while his wife smiled and toyed. All for stupid trivial matters which I can’t remember any of them now. The spankings were so similar to that first one. Given over the trousers with her right hand and I hardly felt them before being sent on my way. It was late April 1994 and only a few weeks before our exams started that I was to experience a spanking with Pauline Manson that is still fresh in my memory today. This was no “play” spanking, this was a “goodbye” spanking and possibly the punishment Miss Manson would have loved to.