In the short time since that moment I first knew that I loved her and that she loved me I had concluded that if it was in my power to do, this first l...ve experience was going to be special for her. I wasn't going to rush things or be demanding in any way. She might think that she wanted to feel everything now, but at her age and with her lack of life and love experience, she needed to go slow, and to enjoy all of the adventures that newfound love brings. I wanted to be sure that each new. She assured me that she wouldn’t. Not that I expected her to take me with her, but with the way that I abused my body, I expected I’d be the one who went first. With the death of her, except for the cat and the dog, I have no one to watch television with and comment on about the old movies that we watched together while cuddling on the sofa under the blanket. Sometimes, she’d let me get frisky with her and I’d stick my big hand in her bathrobe or housecoat and play with her big tits before she. It helps with the clarity that we discussed on Sunday, and makes me more secure in how I feel about you.”“That makes sense,” she said. She then asked, “How do you feel about me?”He was silent for a moment before responding, “I feel many things; friendship, trust, loyalty, protective, desire…” He paused for a second, and then continued, “All of the things I feel could be defined with one word though I think.”“What word is that?”He rolled over so that they were lying on their sides facing each. I've been getting spanked by Daddy since the first couple of months after we met, but for the first time in our relationship, I was legitimately scared for myself."Next time, you'll obey me." SLAP!One."Yes, Daddy," I said while already whimpering underneath his oversized, calloused hands."Don't talk unless I say so." SLAP!Two. SLAP! Three."Next time-" SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "You will not defy your teacher and I by your little games." SLAP! "I'm sick of you not listening. You go to school to get an.