Anyway, we stood beside the trail smoking. Well, she smoked. I just kind of puffed and gagged. I'd rather give a blow job if I have to gag, I thought ...hen, but kept it to myself. I kept trying to inhale the smoke because I wanted Spyder to like me. Sure, she's a girl, too, but she's older and not just any girl. I'd seen her playing with herself, so I knew we both liked that, at least.And it's way better than being alone all the time.It didn't take long for the older girl to say the real reason. “That left me with a major problem, and it’s all your fault! I like sex. No, I LOVE sex. I didn’t want to stop. Once you showed me what it was like, I wanted it. I needed it. And I needed to do it with you. I knew that you were going to have sex with other girls, no matter what. So I had to decide what to do. And, well, you know the result. Here I am, naked with you, lying in the wet spot!” she giggled. “Again!”“From my perspective,” she continued, “everything that could go wrong went wrong.. She had never mentioned a worry about getting pregnant to him. He also wondered if his desire to not lose Bette had also prompted him to not take any precautions. If she did become pregnant, they would deal with it even if it wasn’t convenient at present.It was a low act to deliberately get a girl knocked up, as far as he was concerned, yet here he was contemplating it, even if on a subconscious level. He felt like a real heel. “How often do you come into season?” he had to ask.Bette shrugged. She felt the cane resting on her bottom and then as it pulled away she tensed herself expecting the stroke to come but it just came down to rest again. He repeated this a couple more times and then suddenly just as she relaxed he hit her. She felt the blow even though dulled by her clothing. It was painful but the sexual excitement from it was much stronger. “One, thank you Sir” she said. As soon as the words were out of her mouth he struck her again with about the same degree of strength. Once.