So once we were together, we sit on back seat of his car, we got naked and fun started, ohhh man, seeing that hot in shape guy drove me crazy, all I w...nted is to feel his strong big hands on me, it wouldn't matter where he would touch but anywhere it would gave me that sensation of melting, losing control of myself damn, so he is the top one and I'm the bottom, but sometimes we 69, ohh man I enjoyed so much sucking his cock then feeling mine sucked, when I was sucking him I like a lot feeling. That was on Prom night. Though it may sound like a cliche, that was when it happened. It was not a great experience. Actually there was nothing even good about it.After our Prom, my date Kizito and his friend Gozie took us to a motel across town. Amala and I (my name is Makuo) and our dates were in separate cars, but for a moment I was afraid all four of us were going to share a room. That would never do, but thankfully we weren't asked to do that. That was about the only thing that went right.. And just like that the train ride got interesting. I was sure the whole carriage could hear it, but no one looked at me. I worked to keep still but I wanted to push agaisnt it and thrash around. Luckily my sane mind wom and while in my day dreams I had been riding the butterfly like a wild brumbie, I sat still and silent. Well I mostly sat still, I'm not actually sure if I did or not but I didn't cause a scene, so I choose to believe I did.The next battle was when my stop came. As I stood, the. This one would be given with venom. Three strokes of the paddle were not given often; it was usually two strokes, but sometimes there were three and the final one would always surpass the rest. She took her time; she was torturing him. She knew that she would bring the paddle down on his flesh very hard and she also knew that the pain of anticipation would hurt even more. She stroked him for a few more minutes; stroked both his cock and his bottom. “It was three times,” she whispered before.