She walks into the bedroom and finishes dressing. She pulls on skin tight jeans and a half top that shows her flat stomach off. She looks in the mirr...r, hugs herself and thinks that her stomach might not be that flat much longer, and then smiles.Now you might ask yourself how could she not know I'm only seventeen. Well let me tell you, very few adult men let alone teenagers look like me. I'm six foot five, a full foot taller than her. I wear a muscled frame, like business men wear suits. My. Punished my elder sister with his belt, but never me..." She stopped, and looked at me pleadingly. "Please, sir. Please..." Well, young lady, this is a traditional English school cane. A senior cane, to be precise. It's an implement that has traditionally proved to be most successful in correcting miscreants in our country." I'll do anything, sir. Anything you want..."I put the cane on the bed, and lifted her chin in my palms. "Of course you will, my sweet. You're to give me your 'full. That afternoon when I returned, Bob was walking around with a towel wrapped around his waist and I walked into the bathroom as he was brushing his teeth. I was ashamed as I told him the news. Bob seemed like he was in shock a little and proceeded to take a shower.Bob came out of the shower while I was sitting on the couch playing video games. He was on his phone with Brenda while he had a towel wrapped around his waist and his shaggy blonde hair was soaking wet. He looked good and I would be. Of course the other two wanted to know what happened so we told them. Of course I fielded the questions of what was it like and the “you slut” jokes before we went to bed for the night. I did not sleep well that night; I kept thinking about what happened and started thinking maybe I was a slut. I eventually decided that if I was a slut, at least it was fun. While nothing more happened until the end of camp, those two nights were on all of our minds. I know because in my cabin we talked.