" is all I got out before Sarah was up and unbuttoning her blouse, heading for the bedroom."Nonsense!" Michelle replied. "She is old enough to do ever...thing I have done. I don't want her thinking we held back on her, just because she is only seventeen. Besides, once I got past the initial shock, I kind of enjoy it that way too. She should be able to at least try it that way. I'm sure she has never even given it any thought." Are you coming?" Sarah called out from the bedroom as we walked. Abby was turning into quite the temptress, or maybe he was just seeing this side of her for the first time. Either way he liked the slutty side of her. Martin pulled the paddle from the bag, twisting it in his hand feeling the weight. He laid the paddle on her back and slapped her butt a few times on each cheek. Her skin was all ready loosing the redness from the flogger and he deemed a paddling was good timing. Martin raised the paddle with exaggeration and lightly snapped it on her butt cheek. I was about fifteen. The school strings program needed a cellist, and I was only second violin, so I volunteered. I loved it from the very first time. It feels different—the position and heft of it, and it has such a wonderful timbre. For the first few months I used the school’s old cello, and I even loved it.’ Bingo! She changed right in front of me—her face, her voice, everything about her. There wasn’t time enough in the day for her to tell me about her instrument. We cleared the table while. She continued to go higher and higher. She was screaming and flailing her legs but at the same time she was calling out, “More. More. More.”“You asked for it,” the man said with a chuckle.The loud “Thwack!” of the wooden paddle striking her ass cheeks was almost the same as the sound of the leather paddle, but the wooden paddle was much longer and struck across both ass cheeks at the same time. And the wooden paddle made a strange swishing sound as it moved through the air toward her ass.That.