“Mmm!” Mecalie moaned, pinching my nipples as the orgasm continued to rip through me. Mike slowed down as the last of my orgasm fizzled out. “Fu...k, baby. Where did that come from?” I asked, looking at him through a haze of blurred vision. “I don’t know, just seemed like you needed to be taught a lesson,” he began as he pulled out of me, leaving my pussy with an empty feeling, “But it’s your turn, Mecalie,” he finished, gesturing for her to lie down. “Yeah?” she asked, her face lighting up. “Go. " Well son, don't go cutting yourself short. Seems to me that was a good piece of teamwork there. There's a lot to be said for people that know how to use their strengths together to get a job done. And the person that makes it happen," Mr. T said.I was embarrassed at the unexpected praise. There was a bit of chatter amongst the parents about what to do now. Then I was yawning. Larry followed right after.Mrs. T asked, "How long ya' all been up?"I had to stop and think. "We got to Earth about. "Thank you Jim," said mum, "but you must call her Chrissie from now on." Oh yes, of course," said Jim.For some reason it was at this point that I started to cry. Mum reachedout to me but Jim was quicker and I found myself holding onto him andcrying on his shoulder.He sat me down and put his arm around me. I wiped my eyes on myhandkerchief and as I glanced down I saw that he had a bulge showing inhis trousers. What is going on I thought. A few hours ago I was just aninjured boy. Now I am wearing. Uncle Mike was not sure how to handle a young girl and one Saturday night while I was sitting on his lap and teasing him he suggested that maybe what I needed was a good spanking. The word “SPANKING” rang in my ears, my parents never spanked me but starting about a year before the 2 neighbour boys, who were a couple of years older than me began paying attention to me and while playing house and games they would always find a reason to turn me over their knees and smack my bare bum. I found that.