I was a skinny k** back then, 5'10" 115lbs. I didn't cut my light blonde hair so it was half way down my back. I wore it in a ponytail. Living in a ba...ement apartment, meant no natural sunlight which was fine for my pasty white skin. I was mocked frequently for how pale I was. Enough with the background stuff!So I had heard rumors of this older guy named Mr. P******* and that he liked younger boys. He owned a laundry mat, a car wash, trailer park, and a gas station. It was said that if he. .. eventually," she responded back, still sucking, mouthing ... and tonguing me.I glanced up again, not really meaning too, but the pleasure her mouth was now bringing me literally forced my head back as I bent even further back against the railing. I noticed when I did, there no longer appeared to be an opening in the curtains, slight as it might have been. I still couldn't be sure of course, it may have been nothing more than my imagination, but I wondered."I won't," I assured her again, damn. A formidable person or persons for sure! How far would this go?Can't think about this right now...have to get out of here!I put the gstring on...it fit perfectly...the recent dieting had broughtmy weight down to 165 at 5feet9inches and a thin bone structure i didnthave quite the problem some plus six feet transvestites have when tryingto pass themselves off as the opposite gender.Though i still had plentyof muscle and looked rather like a female wrestler or female bodybuilderi wasnt so huge in. Counting out loud was something Dean Perkins had not suggested, even though the bare bottom spanking was his idea. But Bonnie thought it a nice gesture of cooperation. It would keep Smith involved in his training. Then Bonnie raised her right hand and brought it down very smartly on Smith’s right cheek. Smith decided to accept it in silence, but for the count. “One!” “One what, Mr. Smith?” “One, Miss Anderson,” he added with chagrin. “I’m so sorry,” he added hoping not to make his punishment.