A boy who wasn't on limb-constraint duty wouldpull up the victim's shirt and pull down his trousers to bare the tenderestpart of his belly. Then the t...rmentor would start slapping the victim's belly,at first gently but then with ever-increasing intensity. Soon the victim'showls of protest would turn to howls of pain as the belly-spanking startedto smart. The slapping might go on for several minutes--until the victim'sbelly had turned hot pink. Then the flushed, humiliated and sore victim. “Ignore the mess. Of late I didn’t get time to clean the room. So, what are you up to?” Jenivee asked as she switched off the television.I took a seat on the recliner while Jenivee sat in front of me. “I came to visit you. I didn’t know you were expecting. Congratulations.”“Meh! The guy who knocked me up broke up with me, so I have to manage everything by myself.”I looked at Jenivee; blonde hair, oval-shaped face and hazel eyes. Truth be told, she was beautiful for her age and had a figure. When Gayle stopped moving, Wayne moved up her body. He kissed her belly, less kiss than that magnificent expanse deserved. He kissed her breasts briefly. He rolled to his left and reached between them.Then he lunged forward. Even from above them, you could tell he was buried deep in her.Wayne adjusted his position. None of them had any practice on air mattresses. Then he began to move in and out. It looked a little arousing, a little indecent, and more than a little ridiculous. He hoped he. It made her feel even better about asking him out for dinner, knowing she would have his undivided attention; even if for some rather dubious reasons. Throughout the meal they chatted about all the business things she was hoping, mixed in with some personal stuff. Every now and then, she would catch Don’s eyes wandering over her body. She was excited at another reinforcement that she still had the ability to attract another man’s attention. It was something she and her husband often talked.