So it could be clichéd and obvious and goddamn crap but it didn’t matter one bit. The paint wasn’t too expensive, neither were the brushes, or th... canvases. But then Lane arrived. And he looked at her half-assed painting of what she would later pretentiously describe as ‘the real version of Los Angeles’ and wouldn’t stop looking at it until he’d looked at her and then seemed torn between her and the painting.His eyes were brown, but almost yellow in the sun. He wore a brilliant white button. Boxes. I had not showered for a day or so in the midst of getting everything ready. I had just got undressed and was already hard and horny.My cock was needing some attention as well. I figured I could have some fun after or during the shower. The water was hot and relaxing as it cascaded over my body and bouncing water droplets off my cock. I thought I had heard a noise and thought nothing about it. As I was washing my hair, there was a loud "thud". It caught me of guard and I yelled "hello",. He “saved” the hair brush for what he thought were really serious offenses. She also said that her dad felt, as she got older, that embarrassment was an important aspect of the punishment. Being bare bottomed was part of that but other elements could be brought into the picture as well.I decided it was time to ask the question that I had been wanting to ask since our first conversation in my car. “Khrystiana, do you think it would be helpful for you to have a good friend who was willing to. As I always liked aunties I told her yes and we started talking regularly lovers . Then one day she called me and said that she is sick and want me to come at her home . I first called her and asked is it ok to come at her home and she said yes . I went there as it was away from my home there was no problem for .As I went inside the door was open and she shouted my name from bedroom (I was shocked wats happening) and as I entered the room she caught me from back and pushed me on the bed . That.