She saw the intensity of the gaze on her breasts and recognised the purpose."Goddamn you, take your hands off me!" Serena twisted violently, kicking o...ut in front of her. The man behind pulled her back off her feet as the one in front grabbed her legs, straddling them with his own and scissoring them.She could not move; her body was stretched out taut diagonally up from the floor and held firmly in place. She saw the hands reach in, grabbing the front of her blouse. The buttons down the front. Fast enough that I can't react to each individual spank. It's just a long, continuous bout of crying. It's not long before the crying and the burning pain are the only realities I have. When he's done with the brush, he'll stand me up, and if the punishment ends there, he'll becon me over to sit on his lap and he'll hold me and rock me while the crying calms down.But sometimes the brush isn't enough. If it's to be a "proper" punishment, he'll stand me up while I'm crying and pull my PJ top up. I found myself pinching my easily erected nipples as I jerked hard to it. I joined some gay chat rooms. To my surprise, I easily found guys to chat with. What shocked me a little was how much older they were than me. I quickly became more popular when I started using a camera on the computer. Initially, it was enough to talk dirty and wank off for guys I didn't really know. I liked the attention and it got more fun when I watched them jerk off to me. It became an obsession for me.I didn't have. Her stance showsThe side of her leftBreast, the blunt arcOf her belly,And the full moonOf her femininity;She is slender and firm,With a Mona Lisa smileOn her Sphinx-like face,Too beautifulFor anything but stone.On her knees,Wearing only pinkStar-studded socksAnd panties downAround her knees,Her hands restingLike doves upon the ledgeBefore her,Hair in pigtails,And a come-hither lookUpon her I-dare-you face,She would look good,Decorated with the beadsOf my pearlescent sperm.Breasts are.