Before he could, she put her palm right in front of his puckered lips and shook her head. "Bad, Daddy." He got up, stood right in front of her and loo...ing sternly at her, just like any adult would do show authority to a younger being. "Why am I bad, young lady?" He asked. She could never take a serious stare, well, seriously. She giggled and looked at the floor, keeping him peered in her sight. She said, "Well.." "Because, uhm.." There was a short pause and it was shortly interrupted by him.. But I'm not sure Iunderstand when you say you stopped. If you did why are you wearingnylons now?"John took a deep breath because this was going to really shock Paul. "I'mnot sure I totally understand this and I hope you can forgive me forintruding in your personal life. But when I saw what you were wearing theother morning it was a major surprise but it also brought back memoriesfor me. And it seemed to reawaken those feelings and urges I had when Iwas a teenager. So I was curious and went up. Her bald, aroused pussy was spread wide for everyone to see while she waited for the spanking to start. It wasn’t a long wait. Mr. Smith began smacking her thighs with a leather strap. The strap landed 20 times on each thigh. The insides and tops of her thighs had been relatively untouched by yesterday’s punishment but were soon covered by bright red marks. The final 3 swats were reserved for her pussy. The welts from the dog leash were still clearly visible, and so was her current arousal. The. How can I trust that you don’t have some young acolyte in your bed now and then? I bet that you do from time to time. They’re the only lovers besides me or regular whores that won’t squeal on you.“Anyway, I am a courtesan. You knew that from the outset. Courtesans would go broke servicing only such an infrequent and unreliable patron as you. We’re nicer whores, but we’re still whores at heart and we all start out as ordinary prostitutes. You only call for me when you have a few surplus coins.