I lazily smacked the snooze button on my alarm clock and stretched out my arms. It was the first day of my final year of high-school. I was 19-years-o...d, so I should have been in college already, but I was forced to lose a year of school do to family issues.I looked at my alarm clock. It was 6:30 am. Weird, I normally woke up at 7:00. Next to my clock on my nightstand was a family photo. I was a bastard child with a stepmom and a stepsister. My dad married a few years ago and they had been. ... uhm.... i have to count out every blow", " GOOD GIRL, NOW I AM GOING TO LIFT YOUR SKIRT AND PULL DOWN YOUR UNDERWEAR, WE CAN'T HAVE ANYTHING STOP THE PUNISHMENT FROM STICKING, NOW CAN WE?" " y..yes Sir".Mr.Cocks shook his head, did he imagine it or did that come out as a purr? He lifted her skirt and pull her panties over the gloriously perfect for spanking bubble butt. His plan was to just pull it down to her knees but then he saw something that changed his mind, there in the centre of her. My dick had grown soft inside of her, I pull out and roll off her, laying next to her in bed, she is looking at me, maybe wondering what is next. I want her ass, but I know I have done enough. She rolled onto her back, reached down to her pussy, she felt around, feeling the wetness and fluid leaking from her, she wiped her fingers on her spread as i had done to my dick. I quickly dress as I watch her on the bed, she is looking at me.I wrapped her in bed spread, carried her to the bathroom, ran. ‘You’re staring again.’ ‘I can’t help it, they’re just so arresting. It’s like I’ve looked into them before. Isn’t that odd?’ He sipped his tea, trying not to look into her eyes again, afraid to let her know. ‘Do I say anything else… When I’m asleep that is?’ ‘No… You make noises, though.’ She looked down into her cup. ‘Sad noises, as if you’d lost something…’ ‘Haven’t lost anything, love. Must just be odd dreams.’ *** At night, married, living with her in a flat, smelling the smell of her.