In actuality, Angie’s mother never spanked her; all she got for punishment was loss of privileges and time outs. The only spankings she ever receive... were from an old boyfriend, who got turned on by them. He bought her frilly garter belts and long hose with matching panties and had her wear them whenever he got the urge to turn her over his knees (although the panties watched the spanking from around her knees). She didn’t enjoy the bare bottom spankings, but they did make the boyfriend very. I stopped him the first hundred times, but finally I just let it go. I kind of liked it any way. Having an other man touch me in a sexual way was so odd, but I started to liked it. I mean it was bad and heart racing. He always knew I had a thong on. I mean He would just rub my ass so deep that it was clear I was wearing a thong. He would rub my thighs soon after. It seemed like whatever got him closer to my pussy he would go after. We would be sitting side-by-side and I would have my legs cross. She did not have the forethought to bring any lubricant with her to the room so she would have to depend on either being very moist from the sexual activity or she would simply have to go nice and slow.She thought herself to be fairly moist so far so she guided the head toward the opening and slowly moved her hips toward his manhood, hoping that she could engulf it easily. He snorted and made some other sounds with his mouth as she felt the tip start to enter her canal, but then he seemed to. "Time to find out what you look like naked, squaw."Snip. Snip. Snip. He enjoyed the sound of scissors cutting fabric, a sound from his childhood he remembered fondly. His mother had been an accomplished seamstress.Throughout the night, he demeaned the breed verbally and raped her repeatedly, but before first light, he gathered his tools, replaced the ball gag with a length of duct tape over her mouth, and left the white man's hogan, left the worthless squaw tied to her bed. She'd be discovered.