The spanking went on for a long time with me picking progressively bigger numbers so all in all I must have been spanked well over 500 times at varyin... levels with my bum getting redder and redder.One of my nipples is pierced and I have a vertical hood and a horizontal hood piercing too, while I was face down arse up and being spanked my rings were bumping against my clit and cunt in time to the spanks and adding a nice tingle in the right areas.After I had had as much as I could take Mike. My face went red and flush. I felt like the cops had just pulled me over for speeding, again. I could feel the pounding of my heart in my chest and throat. What was I doing?My dad had come out of the closet when we, his children, had grown up. My parents didn't talk much about it. But, after he did I began to see how my past had been influenced by his hidden desires. I was trying to imitate him as my role model and he was condemning me for acting out. To this day I wonder about his influences. Pretty soon she said "Gerrin, guess it is time to give Jim his birthday present." He said "yes maam, whenever you are ready with a big wide grin. She asked me how I wanted to see him take her bent over or on her back? I said the first time, missionary, wanted to see her spread her legs for him. She said to wait a few minutes for her to get undressed and use some "ky" to get lubed up and then come into the bedroom.I told him while we waited how much I wanted to watch him fuck her and he said,. "Take it off." I didn't do anything," I protested bitterly. At the same time, I crossed my hands at my waist, grabbed the bottom of my tank top and peeled it, haltingly, up and over my head. Humiliated, my face burning fiercely, I clutched it across my chest.Hand on one hip, she held out the other hand expectantly."No!" I objected, and then added pleadingly: "Please?"She stood steadfastly, holding out her hand."Amber," I implored. "Come on."She stood with her hand held out."Dammit," I muttered,.