I barely remember mom driving us home around mid-night. When we got back home, Aunt Sharon had to help me down to our basement bedroom, because I was ...a little tipsy and had problems walking. We said our "good-nights" to mom and headed down the two flights of basement stairs. Sharon wrapped her arm around my waist to help steady me, while pointing me in the right direction. I stumbled once on the stairs, and Aunt Sharon's hand slipped up from my waist and grasped my left breast in an attempt. Well, not this exactly. But I do hurt myself when I get too into it sometimes.Poor baby. You need someone to take care of those bad little needs and hurt you in ways that won’t injure that little pussy.Someone like you? The answer just happened in the wake of one of the hottest orgasms of my life, like a strange post coital session. Without the sex. Or the fucking person, for that matter. All I knew about what he looked like was that cock and....Christ, that cock. Someone like me. Oh, yes,. That night in the privacy of his bedroom he had masturbated while allowing his mind to fill with the thoughts of what he had witness that day.The following day he had seen the Princess practising her Archery ,he had wanted to approach her so much,to speak to her and ask her what it felt like to have her bottom spanked,and why she feared the Abbess? The more he thought about what he had witnessed the more he began to realise that the Abbess had been entrusted with the spiritual cleansing of the. However, as Betty stepped across to Catalina, she focused on the teenager’s bare arms and realised that actually they were rather well-toned, and although they weren’t quite muscular, she suddenly wondered just how hard a spanking Catalina would be able to give her. She then told herself it wouldn’t really matter if she let out a few tears, although now she did have to admit that all of this was her own fault, so if she showed herself up in front of her classmates, then she could hardly.