I was just happy being her friend and the fact she actually talked to me.After about six months she asked me if I wanted to go to the movies over the ...eekend, we had become such good "talk buddies" it did not occur to me it could be more...All I could do is look at her with lust that would not be fulfilled.When we met that Saturday she went all out on her appearance, make up was heavier and sexier than hell, she was actually wearing a corset, it looked like a black leather one from what I could. ..I don't have memories of a traumatic c***dhood it was annoyingly idyllic.However as a boy I noticed this growing trend the mild excitement on hearing or seeing a pupil thrashed by a teacher or reading my comics depicting spanking in its cartoon form.I never intentionally misbehaved to get walloped it seemed to happen at school for the most menial things...littering...being cheeky...drawing in the back of your maths book!....these type of things guaranteed you an afternoon of squirming on a. .. here,” she replied in a voice barely above a whisper as she moved one of her hands to her vulva. When she did, she found to her dismay that she was soaking wet down there and it wasn’t from the shower.“It’s supposed to fit,” Brad replied.“What do you mean, ‘supposed to’?” she demanded. “You know if it fits or not!”“How?”“By sticking it in her ... her...”“Cunt?” he offered.“Is that what the women you bed call it?” she asked with her eyes wide.“Nope,” he replied without further. .. aaaah...." His usual patter trailed unexpectedly away. When I lifted my eyes from the wide selection of sandwich fillings to his face I saw his wide eyes staring at my blouse. Or rather, as I suddenly realised - with the sun streaming in through the large plate-glass window behind me - straight through my blouse and at my beautiful tits. I looked into the mirror on the back wall behind him and realised that I may as well not be wearing a blouse at all. I had lost my bra earlier, during my.