The deal was done; I put another log on the fire and turned down the lighting to a dim glow. She started by saying that since she was a girl she had w...nted to be whipped, not spanked, properly whipped, it had started when her late father had had her over his knee for something minor, discipline was strict in the house and a hand spanking would be meted out at the drop of a hat. During one of these spankings when she was about 13 or14 she noticed her father had become aroused as she wriggled on. The trouble was, it was too heavy for me and came out of line.I was not strong enough to lift it that vital few inches to put it back on the rest, and my arms started to give way and the weights slowly settled across my upper body, below the neck, more in line with my shoulders. It was slightly crooked, so at least I had not got all the weight pressing down on me, but enough was there to stop me moving it.I tried wriggling free but could not move. I was effectively trapped until somebody came. .did you fall and hit your head? Quick how many fingers am I holding up?" "I mean it man, she may be all tough and angsty but somewhere deep down is a girl who just wants to be loved." "What are you talking about Scott, the Girl hates you! Do you remember when she sent that College wrestling guy after you?" Mouse asked. Like I could ever forget! A few weeks earlier Mouse and I were hanging out at a local Diner when the familiar Pick-up pulled into the lot and from the back came a giant of a. I snaked my mouth down around her belly. My tongue lashed her belly button. All concepts of control left me as I moved down one leg and slowly up the other. I moved tenderly across the inside of her thigh. As I looked up I could see one of her hands massaging her nipple and the other hand working her pussy. My face gladly greeted her hand and I moved in. Now she had both hands tweaking her nipples. One of my hands spread her lips apart the other was rubbing on her clit. My tongue seemed like a.