Did I expect some sort of preamble, ceremony or something, I didn’t know not having been spanked before, not even as a little girl, this was a whole...new game to me but something told me I just had to do it! I sidled up to him relieved I was wearing a pant suit then I shivered cold at the thought, ‘what if he planned to pull my pants down!’ He hadn’t said how or what he was going to do to me, just a spanking over his knee, but what did that mean? I cursed myself for not having asked but it was. His breath made her skin crawl and his body was unpleasant, to say the least. The other was closer to her age, perhaps he was thirty too. Creepy and too eager, she thought. She ordered another drink and was considering making it her last. She remembered why she hated bars. “You don’t want the martinis here. They taste like paint-stripper,” a voice from next to her said. She shifted her body towards the deep voice and found herself looking at a young man. Nineteen, maybe twenty. But not a boy,. I wondered what CM stood for! As they walked away I noticed all of the boys tripping over their tongues as she passed by them. I wondered why Bethany had never dated any of them.At home I was just in time to kiss my wife goodbye and run my hand up under her skirt. I wanted her pussy so bad. My daughter and her friends looked so good that it made me horny as hell. I stood in the driveway and watched my wife’s car disappear down the street.As I passed by my daughter’s bedroom I heard that dumb. She came towards me and turned around, pulled her hair to the front and gestured her back towards me.I didn’t know what to do. I then started hooking the blouse which was extremely tight..Each time I pulled too close one hook I could feel her boobs being squished a little.Finally, the blouse was all hooked on. She turned around and pushed her hair back to reveal the stunning cleavage,She was in her early 20s, fair as Kashmiris are, gorgeous body with a 38 bust size. Now she was smiling looking.