" She said making his heart almost stop."How in the world do you know my name?" Josh asked almost scared.She laughed again sweet as ever. "I know you ...ery well. I know you're scared of what the real world has for you."Josh was stunned and was almost frozen listening to the girl. "W-who are you? Do I know you?"She dived down and back up now drenching her long hair. "Come in here with me please! Don't make me beg too much. I don't like that."Josh shrugged and was about to dive in but she stopped. But you know, I think I saw somebody walking over to the locker room. You want to come in and check?" Paul asked as he slid his hand down and cupped his powerful fingers around her firm, right ass-cheek."Now what would Bertha be doing in a boys' locker room?" Julie asked as she looked up and smiled at the tall, handsome athletic coach."You can never tell about these things," Paul said, pushing her gently forward.Julie looked back cautiously to make sure that none of the boys saw her with Paul. I realised she was using the strap when each spank hurt more and the grunt she gave as she hit me with all her strength. The hairbrush was different. That flat wooden backed tool did not require as much strength. Zofia took aim and spanked me time after time on exactly the same spot until my eyes were blurred and I could feel the wetness as the tears flowed down my cheeks. My bottom bounced as the hairbrush bit home, but only as a reaction. I couldn’t do anything else. I wasn’t going to resist.. My name is Joe and the club was my idea. There are two other white guys in the club, Ron and Jim. And we have three black guys in our club, Jack, Jake, and Wilson. We have three girls in our club also, Heather, Cathy, and Sue. To be in the club you have to have at an eight inch cock or be a girl. We meet once every three months and set our "Target" and select teams. When we meet we also watch video of the teams hitting their targets. For instance-the last quarter we split up into teams of one.