“I think you need some discipline young lady. Lean over my desk”. As I did he lifted up my skirt. “Let this be a lesson to you” he said and sl...pped my bum, hard. I yelped and he did it again. I glanced over at his wife. She was sitting on a chair, legs spread and fingering herself. Obviously she was turned on by the sight of her husband slapping me. He slapped me twice more before telling me to stand up. My bum was stinging but I loved it. “Well seeing you like to smoke you can now smoke this”. "Where is it," Mark asked."Kirk Adams house, you know Kirk," Mahri said, Mark nodded.He looked at me "Just for a little while," he said."Ok," I mumbled."Good now let me garb us two something to eat, looks like you already gotsomething, will a burger do," he said as he stepped away."Yeah that will be fine," I said as I took out another cigarette and litit........................................................................Twenty minutes later after we had eaten a take away we were. “Have you tried masturbating yet?”Simple question, but it left me excited and uncomfortable at the same time.“I have; most days I finger myself at bedtime,” she offered in a conspiratorial whisper.It took the rest of the bus journey and the ensuing walk to her house before I found the courage to admit that I had tried a couple of times to pleasure myself but as yet with little success.ooOOooWe were sitting in her bedroom doing our homework when she released her second shocker of the day, “I. By far the most important, though, was that each summer I got to spend on the ranch with Addison and Bernie, as we commonly called him. Bernard was named after our ancestor, who spent his life creating the Broken B Ranch. And those months, where I finally got to be with her again, and catch up on everything that had been done while I was off in Minnesota, were what kept me going.Meanwhile, Addison graduated from high school in Hastings, and went to Tech to start a business degree. Two years.