” I said, “What exactly does it mean?” I suspected it was something like “Bite me”, or “Whatever”, or one of those other awful teenage s...yings, but I wanted her to explain before jumping to any conclusions. “You know, spank my bottom.” Elizabeth continued, “It’s the only way to get me to behave.” I looked at her and saw that she was quite serious; her head was bowed, her hands held together in front of her skirt, the toes of her shoes turned inwards. She looked like she expected me to punish. She rolled slowly to her left side and supported her head on herhand as she stared down at his magnificent shaft. All the whileshe looked at it she could feel her insides start to churn fromthe residue of the previous evening's unfulfilled arousal broughton by teaching her son how to kiss and lick her face and thenwatching him finger fuck his own asshole to an astounding orgasm.And even though Caroline had been forced to french her cunt toorgasm earlier in the evening, she hadn't cum while she. " Don't worry the pain will soon dull and turn to pleasure"."No Peter, please no more. I'll be good I'll do anything you want. Fuck you, suck you, lick your ass, suck your balls,,, anything, just please don't spank me anymore"." Yes you will do all those things and more, but first I have to finish spanking your slut ass".Elen's screams filled the air once more as I started to lash her again. By the tenth hard slap she was quietening down, just sobbing now. At fifteen she had stopped sobbing and. I opened the cooler and to my surprise there was a small wooden box inside. It was beautiful, there was an evergreen tree and a skull with script that said "for my slut" burned into the wood. I opened the box to find a test tube and a note. There were very specific instructions. "Tonight you will dress up in a pretty little dress with no panties. Put the test tube of my cum in your purse and walk to your car. Once you are in the car, I want you to shove the tube into your cunt to warm up my.