Free of all the things I'd come to school with-- the need to dress up like every day was a job interview (which, to Mother's mind, it was), to impress...boys, to be somebody I didn't know if I wanted to be.She looked up at me. "Can I help you?" Yes, I'm looking for a book on a French philosopher-- it's something like Fooko or Fuckall--" Feuh-kohhh," she said, trailing the last syllable out."Right," I said.Then she kind of smirked at me and said "I'll see if we have something ... for you." As if. Since we really didn't have much in the way of "discipline" equipment, we needed to improvise. Julie went into the kitchen and came back with a wooden spoon and a plastic pancake flipper. "Mom always used the spoon," Julie said.Positioning herself behind Maddie's upturned ass, Julie seemed to contemplate her target. Maddie had an ample backside. She was built like a "pear", somewhat larger at the bottom than at the top. Cocking her arm back, Julie swung her arm down through a short arc. CRACK!. Then I heard the footsteps behind me, what to do, do I run, better to stop and hide. As the steps became closer, my brain recognised them as female, my rapidly beating heart slowed. The sound faded as the person walked by me, I re-emerged and started walking home again."Where are you going my pretty," the words floated back towards me."Please," a female voice replied, she sounded terrified. There was no way I was going to take on a knife welding mugger in a dark alley, my best option was to. I called the number given and a soft voice answered. I explained I had answered the CL ad and was given this number, as I was interested in a house call. I then asked, “Do you ever barter on services?”There was a pause before he said, “What do you mean, barter for services?”“I’m sure there is a reasonable charge for the massage, as well as travel. Could some of the charges be offset, if I agree to suck your cock?” I asked.“Uh, what if I sucked your cock in return? The time we spend sucking each.