The pub impressed Sharon. It was so different from her own urban local. It was low roofed and beamy. It was noisy but there were no rowdies. There was...a complete mixture of people: local farm workers, retired people, young marrieds. In fact, all sorts whereas her local pub was restricted to people who lived nearby but there was always an element of violence lurking whether from somebody who had drunk too much or from young men out to prove themselves. She revelled in the atmosphere and, more. Kate introduced me to her friend, Cammy,a brunette who huge tits, and curvy figurte were just what I liked.Cammy's look drew a lot of comparisons to actress Neve Campbell, but her tits were easily twice the size. She dressed in jeans and military boots and jacket, with black shirts. Cammy was a Wiccan at the time, as was I. We were both a little on the alternative side.While watching videos on his couch, Cammy and my gal pal, Tyler took turns trying to turn me on. This was hands down, the best. He would have put her across his knee and spanked her.“I’d like to see that” was her defiant retort.Not thinking of the consequences he picked her up and put her across his lap. She struggled lots - he told her “Behave and take your punishment ... you are in the wrong, and you will be spanked.“Whack!!!” - the first smack rang out in the deserted office - it was well after hours.“Ouch ... that fucking hurt” she squealed.“Whack!!!”“Whack!!!”After about five hard smacks Lena has stopped. Never again wouldI stand like other men and urinate. I would have to join the queue forthe limited number of cubicles that always seemed to be the case wereever you went. How many times had I stood waiting for a girl in a clubwhile she waited in line for the toilet? Now I would be subject tothat.I peed, wiped myself and then brushed my teeth as the shower ran warm.After washing I towel dried my body and hair and walked back into thebedroom. I sat at the dresser and brushed my hair. With fear I.