I lay there feeling very humbled, embarrassed and humiliated. I felt very much like the bad little girl that dad said I was. I could hear him rummagin... around in the closet for his "special" 4 inch wide black leather belt. I heard the closet door close and knew it was time for the whipping to begin.I laid there for what seemed like an eternity knowing he was standing behind me with that hated belt in his hand, looking at my bare bottom. Dad never rushed a spanking. Whoosh! I could hear the belt. Fiona looked at me with a wicked smile. "Oh baby, I don't have sex with little girls. But, I do fuck with them. Besides, we're only getting started."My whole body trembled, I as pleaded some more. "Please, Miss Fiona, I beg you! I need to come so badly! I've never felt this way before, please!" I know, honey, but you must be patient," she said soothingly. "You will get to come, and I promise it will feel so good when you finally do!"My eyes lit up with hope as I stared up at her. Fuck my. "That was crazy!" Trying to express how I felt, this was all that came out of my mouth."Crazy hot!" she replied."I have never touched a guy like that," I confessed. "I'm pretty sure that was Adam's first as well." I suddenly started to wonder if it really was his first."Did you like it?"I smiled and just gave her a simple, "Yes."Adam entered the room, still naked, holding our three stiff drinks. I could sense his nervousness. We all lay around for a while, talking about nothing, drinking .... One of herlong, shapely, bare legs was draped over the lap of the girl relaxingnext to her.Jasmine was blonde, petite, and the epitome of every red-bloodedAmerican male's idea of a college cheerleader. Her wide blue eyes gaveher face an expression that was a mixture of innocent and sultriness.Her smile was the kind that made a guy's pants a lot tighter in thecrotch. Like Kara, she had stripped down to her underwear. Thedifference being, hers was sinfully red.It had been Jasmine who caught my.