The first time she took me over her knee and gave me a bare bottom spanking, I came on her leg. It felt so good to be really spanked, she was not play...ng, she was whooping my ass with as much strength as her hands could generate. She wanted to hurt me, she loved to hurt me, that was so fucking intense. Every other relationship, if this shit came up the girl was always doing it to satisfy me, Donna was only trying to please herself, though I suspected that she wanted to make me see, that she was. Her pussy lips were moist, she had shaven recently, and she was cooing. What I didn’t know was that Mom was taking pictures of me licking her pussy. I was just too involved in what I was doing to notice. I was able to locate her clit with the tip of my tongue and give her enough pleasure to have an orgasm. Mom clamped her knees together and damn near smothered me. Eventually she loosened her grip on me and I was able to slip out.Mom said, “Thank you! I really needed that! Let me get out of. . well ... it doesn't matter ... what I thought ... I'm just glad you're happy to see me..."His voice trailed off. I knew what he thought ... that Taylor was avoiding him or angry about something."Oh." She said almost to herself."I haven't checked my cell in a couple of days, and I haven't even had it plugged in ... I'll bet the battery's dead ... and I haven't checked my email ... Oh Bren ... I'm so sorry ... I thought you were gone ... so there was no reason."She put her arms around his neck. I became obsessed,however, with photos on the Internet of women wearing panties such asthose found on the Victoria's Secret website. I so wanted that smooth,empty look and fit and yet I dreaded the decision it would take for meto have what I so desperately want.Never having had any kind of surgery, I was scared and I'll admit it.I'm also a woozy when it comes to pain and I know there'll be more thana little of that after I come out of the OR. But, even more than this,is how drastic the decision.