I felt a growl rumble in my chest as my desire increased, and my patience decreased. I wanted him. I needed him. I had to have him."Beau…please…."...I whimpered, wrapping my arms around his neck and hooking a leg around his hip. He smiled and kissed me softly on my cheek before grazing my lips with his."What do you need Jazz?" he breathed. He was teasing me. I couldn't believe it. I whimpered again as he worked his magic with his fingers."I-I need….you." I managed to say. He smiled wickedly and. Like I really *did* justgraduate from high school. I told them I was taking a year off beforestarting college and staying with my uncle Kyle. The stories just fellout of my mouth like they had been programmed into me somehow. It allsounded so right and normal to me.For a long time while we were talking I wondered if they thought I was areal girl or if they knew that much of the truth about me. I knew Iwouldn't be able to hide my stiff clittie and tiny ball sack from themfor long. Finally David. After chatting for a few hours me not sure how to tie ropes and set my self up so when my BF came home he would be suprized, he suggested he teach me. It was late but I thought it would be great to learn. I arrived at his door dress in a school uniform as he said to help replay what I was going to do at home, we greeted a hug and kiss as I entered we had a drink to relax and proceeded to the bedroom putting my bag down with spare clothes, I was directed to stand in front of the bed Andy. She then pulled her hand back up, and brought her open palm down once again, this time on Martha’s other thigh. Both times, Martha gasped, but they both knew that leg smacking was a regular method of discipline, made easier because Martha loved to wear very short skirts and dresses, and also, because of that, Martha’s red legs were readily on show for quite some time after her leg smacking. Today was even better as Martha was naked and already had a welt covered bruised bottom and reddened.