Unusually for me I didn’t dwell on my ‘button’ but let my middle finger venture between my lips to feel what was coming out. Removing my hand I ...ctually had a globule of both Jamie and me on the end of my finger which I couldn’t help but taste. As I glided the finger into my mouth I began to imagine it was the same cock I had just sucked, the only cock I had ever sucked. This set me off again. As I moved my lips over the length of my digit I started re-enacting the event and as the taste. Mais au coll?ge, les filles ne fantasmaient pas encore sur ce genre depersonne...Il se passa trois ?v?nements majeurs durant ces trois premi?res ann?esde coll?ge.Tout d'abord, mon sexe. Etant ?lev? dans une famille tr?s pudique, cen'?tait pas un sujet de conversation. Ou m?me d'observation. Mes parentsn'?taient pas religieux d'aucune sorte, mais il y avait un tabou sur lesujet. Cependant, mes camarades de classe m'ont parl? assez vite duplaisir qu'ils se donnaient, seuls, avec leur sexe. Et. I let out a small cry. Even the first smack hurt. Mistress followed this with a second smack on my other buttock. The spanking continued, first one cheek then the other. My cries became louder. I was expecting it to hurt but not this much. Mistress started spanking my thighs and I started kicking my legs. “You will keep your legs still and straight for your punishment. Is this clear?” I had been given a very firm warning.“Yes, Mistress. I am so sorry. It does hurt.”“Spankings are supposed to. Before he could answer, I went on to say; “It is my suspicion that she wants that to return, making her feel wanted and desired.”“She’s had seven kids, including my smart-ass son,” was his retort.I wasn’t going to make any progress this way, so I smiled at her and we went on to eat the spaghetti with meatballs, with toasted sourdough bread and cold milk.Because of our tiff, dinner was rather quiet.“Christine,” I said to my next oldest sister, “Why don’t you have a boyfriend yet? You certainly.