It would be a thirty-mile loop thatincluded high and low speed turns, transitions, blind and down hillturns, and one long straight. With Willie and I ...iding in the truck, we followed him as he made hisway along the route. She was excited, while I watched his movements. Hehad talent, but smooth transitions weren't in his riding vocabulary.Everything was abrupt. Braking, throttle control, up-shifting, down-shifting, hand induced steering inputs, body and feet induced steeringinputs -- all. Everyone knows you’re gay. Come with me and I’ll sort this out.”I trailed behind Coach Budd as we entered the school buildings. Mrs Crocker was still by the lockers so she hadn’t yet noticed my absence. I kept a safe distance away while Coach Budd and Mrs Crocker got into a heated argument. Although there was no actual shouting, there was lots of angry gesturing and arm-waving.Finally Coach Budd turned and stalked back in my direction. “Come on or we’ll be late,” he said. “I told her that I was. Scotty looked at Linda as she came back to the room. Linda said she was sorry and that she wouldn't do it again. I couldn't believe she was saying she was sorry, like he was her master and she misbehaved. Scotty grabbed her arm and took her to his room. He threw her on the bed and told her she was only his and no one else could have her cum. She told him how she felt as I had played with her and I shared her cum with her, something he never does. Scotty looked at her with a confused look,. She just longed for some other woman to take control of her so that she could free her mind of all responsibility.So to date, at the age of 35, Fiona had never been spanked. She would certainly not let her husband do such a thing. Fiona's frustration increased at not being on the receiving end of a punishment. She couldn't think of anyone who she could ask to be her spanker without creating a disbelieving reaction. Suddenly the image on Jenny, her daughter, sprang into Fiona's head. Jenny had.