Smith compelled me to follow his orders.Twenty-seven minutes was not a long time to hold a full bladder, but with my legs now spread at least double-s...oulder-width, I started to worry about my ability to hold it through the spanking. I reached my hands towards my crotch to take some of the strain off my bladder muscles, but before I got that far I heard Mr. Smith's voice, “Arms behind your back.” My arms moved almost instinctively and folded themselves neatly on top of one another behind my. With a shock, I snapped out of Astral Space as I realized that the guard dogs were looking directly at me, on both the physical and the astral planes. With a smiling nod for Freyja’s security measures, I turned towards the house, catching a fleeting glimpse of a shadowed figure in a second floor window watching me. As I looked up at the window, though, it disappeared. I shrugged and continued on my way towards the door. I walked up the steps to the door. As I reached the door, it opened and a. Boy, was I happy!Sara was a statuesque gal, her red hair cut in a short bob. She'd had two c***dren and, though a little wide in the hips, had somehow maintained a fantastic figure. Her best attribute, aside from her little turned-up nose and full lips, was her tits. They were astounding, at least 40-DD. It was no wonder all the neighborhood guys who were friends with her son always wanted to swim in the Bell's pool, because she spent a lot of time sunning herself. Once I'd discovered jacking. Brent asked me, “Steve, what’s going on? Aren’t you guys like best friends?”“Yeah. What do you do with your best friend?”Ralph was his best friend.“Not that!” he spluttered.Everyone laughed except Larry. At that point, I had an inkling of what might be going on there. But I had no classification or understanding of what it meant, just the knowledge of some crude remarks in the locker room about a few guys in the school. Since it was so far outside my worldview, I couldn’t process it and let it.