When do you want to take her out, and what do you plan to do?" And please, she thought, let those plans contain nothing carnal – not that an 11-year...old's plans were likely to be anything approaching "carnal"."Ah, um, there's this play that the Acteurs Pathétique is putting on at the school theatre on Tuesday night. They say it's funny. Then we can have dinner at the Beauty Saloon? Maybe do some dancing?" He looked toward Diana for some support.Diana beamed: it sounded fine by her. Still not. “One. Thank you, sir,” she sobbed. SWAK! “Two, thank you, sir.” SWAK! “Three, thank you, sir.” And on it went. Incredibly, other than the rippling of her ass flesh at each blow, and the jiggle of her young tits as she absorbed the punishment being delivered, she did not move. This was okay, because any extraneous movement on her part would have interfered with my realization that spanking her quivering tush and seeing those swaying breasts was inexplicably arousing. Now, to be certain, I have. So fucking tight!" Afterwards we lay in spoon position for an hour waiting for the knot to go down. Every time it starts to shrink, one or the other of us moves and it gets big again. It became a game but eventually it comes to an end. The sun has gone down a while ago and I'm watching his face in the moonlight when I suddenly realize. "Shouldn't you be a dog now?" He laughs. "Actually the full moon thing is a myth. We can change any time. How do you think I do that knot trick?" I hear my. .AND EXCITED as I faced Jake. The lust showed like the look of a caged animal in his eyes. . . I was having an effect! His hand was under the covers and I was sure it was wrapped around his stiff cock. He rolled on the bed, facing away and I was left to turn out the lights and begin the night. As I lay awake, feigning sleep, I knew I had failed and I reviewed my plan to see where I’d gone wrong. My confidence began to wane and I was sorely troubled. When sleep finally came it was in short naps.