I was prepared for anything that might happen. I had heard stories about how painful it can be and was prepared. I had shut my eyes and held my breath... I had felt a sort of sharp stabbing pain and it stung inside me. I sort of jerked and shuddered, then it felt much wetter. I had not experienced anything like it before. It was not a pain that hurt, it was more like you feel when somebody slaps you on the bum. He was inside me – I had done it. I could feel his cock up inside me and I relaxed.It. It couldn’t just be my imagination anymore. “Couldn’t I stay a little longer? I love getting help after class. I get stressed a lot and talking to you helps,” he spoke as his hand reached up to rest on my upper arm. His touch felt warm and soft and strong and perfect. Something inside me shifted. He’d reached to me, and his body told me he wanted me…and I knew I wanted him. I stepped forward and turned until Paul was backed against my desk. “You do seem stressed a lot Paul.” He sat on the desk. My hand flew out from under me and i hit the stairs HARD firstly with my chest, and secondly with my rock hard cock. Luckily, i only fell down, not down and out. i did not engage Mistress at all, only the noise from the pain of my cock slapping into the basement stairs made her even turn around."OH fucking my, you can't even crawl right, can you fuck meat?" Yes Mistress, i just mus" CRACK. i got the crop across my ass."Must have what slut? Must have fallen the fuck over? Get back on your. Once we did it the first time that was the start we played about with each other for about three or four months after that, then it stopped for some time. I was just coming up to fifteen, my breasts were getting bigger and fuller and I just started to shave my pussy, never liked hair down there. One day I came home and found a bottle of vodka in the cabinet and thought I try a drink. I had four glasses of vodka with coke and took the last one up to my room, I sat on my bed and was listening.