Emily opened thepassenger door for me and I sat down sliding my legs in as I did so. Iplaced my purse on my lap as Emily crossed over to her side and ...ot in.Once we had buckled up she drove off. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Ithought we could go to the carnival and get something to eat while we'rethere. How does that sound?" she replied. "Sounds great," I said. Thecarnival wasn't that far away.As we drove we made a bit of small talk. I knew that Emily was in a fewof my classes, we shared. He could not even say what he was scared of. He loved staring at naked guys’ pictures, he jerked off to them, and he was dreaming about meeting them in real life. Maybe it was because he wanted the first time to be special; he wanted butterflies in his stomach and everything to happen out of the blue, and … yeap, his mother was right. He had read way too many fairytales for his own good.Compared to what was happening in his imagination, the idea to go to a club and hook up with some guy for. Just inside the door, at the top of the basement stairs, was an old-fashioned double push button switch, just like the one that operated the piano. She pressed the top button, and was pleased to see a light bulb dangling from a wire, and dimly glowing, about halfway down the stairs. Well, that certainly wants to be a higher wattage, she thought to herself, as she began to descend the stairway. When she was almost down to the bulb, and it was at eye level, she realized why it was so dim. The. It hurts,” Emily said, but was still smiling. “You see, it’s funny really.” “Funny? A red bum I can’t sit on?” “Only for a while,” Chloe changed the subject, sort of, and asked, “So Emily, who spanked you harder anyway?” “No contest Chloe. Your Mum packs a very hard hand.” Chloe laughed. “Great, just my luck.” Both girls laughed loudly, recovering quickly from the effects of being spanked. Emily asked as she rubbed her bottom, “Chloe, is it my imagination or is the stinging turning to a rather.