Ericson opened the purse and dumped the contents on the desk. He picked up the shiny blackpaddle and slid it across the desk. "Do it," he ordered.Th... paddle looked like a leather footprint lying there on the glass desk top. I reached for the stiffpiece of leather, but I couldn't bring myself to pick it up. No one had ever seen me spank myselfbefore. The humiliation was overwhelming. I turned a deeper shade red than I ever thoughtpossible. "Do it NOW!" ordered Mr. Ericson.I leaned forward. I want to improve as a writer and any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is always welcomed.Without further ado I present:What a Difference a Summer Makes- Part 5It was like a horror movie being played in front of my very eyes. My mom, half-naked, standing behind a woman I’ve grown to care about and not to mention having sex with. And not just any sex, but nasty, dirty, raunchy sex. So many thoughts flashed across my mind. How long has this been going on? Does dad know? Was I tasting my mom’s pussy. Thodi der baad aunty mere liye tea lekar aayi aur roj ki tarah peeche baith gayi…………fir aunty mujhse mere college k bare me puchne lagi..Thodi der college ke baare me baat karne ke baad aunty ne suddenly mujhse puch liya ki meri koi girlfriend hai ya nahi………………mai shuru me to sharma gaya kyuki rekha aunty se maine kabhi aisi baat nahi ki thi……….aunty boli “are isme sharmane wali koi baat nahi hai, tumhari age ke to sabhi ladko ki girlfriend hoti hai” maine sirf sir hila kar muskurate hue ha. This time I said I wanted to show off my cooking skills which, even as a bachelor student, had gotten reasonably good reviews.That night she was all mine and I demonstrated I could cook breakfast as well. The sex was even better than I remembered because there was foreplay and afterglow involved, not just pumping and pulsing. Alas, I found out quite quickly that she was dating others and I assumed they were getting the same goodies I just had. However I didn’t let that deter me. Our common.