"Bend over my knee,Dean," the Monk said.Dean bent over the knee of Pater Bede,it felt really strange lying there waiting to have his bottom spanked by...the Monk.Then the first slap landed,the Monk was using his hand.As his hand came down on the right rump of Dean's bottom,Dean could feel that the Monk took the opportunity to gently squeeze his bottom.Dean shifted over the Monk's knee."Steady boy,if you move again I will have your trousers down,is that what you want?" No,Pater," Dean answered.The. At any moment she might have an orgasm. She stopped singing and was concentrating, her teeth digging into the flesh of her lower lip. Then she heard it. Off in the woods, on a bench she had never seen, or at least never noticed, and truth be told she’s never seen again, though every June 22nd she looks, there was a man, strumming a guitar. He was looking at her, intermittently, but mostly just eyeing his guitar. She shifted her ass on the swing again, this time with intent. She was desperate. We had been to several “parties” and Carol loved to fuck around especially with the younger guys. Carol had no trouble getting men and an occasional lady. On this Friday night it would be no different. She was a petite, short haired, 95 pound brunette with a set of small, but very nice tits that were proportionate to her slim body. At age 45, Carol still had a beautiful almost movie star face of a young women. Carol knew she was hot and loved to tease the younger guys. We arrived at the party. I hadn't even told my wife about it. She didn't like the look of some of the cuts and bruises so I had to tell her that the check and subsequent fight was a bigger deal then I had let her to believe. She was pretty upset about the fight but we got so busy packing that she dropped it on the drive down. I left a shirt on and wore some track pants to bed for the first couple of nights to hide some of the bigger bruises and cuts on my legs and body that couldn't have come from a hockey fight or.