I am transported on a wave of pleasure as her hands ensconce my breasts. “Is the pain gone?” he asks. I nod yes and look at her as she removes her...wonderful fingers from me. “Would you try the lotion on me please?” I gave her a quizzical look, not understanding. “On my ass please.” She whimpered. She stood up and slowly removed her pants and underwear. Leaning on the sink I could see the mark left on her cheeks, welts of maroon on her black skin and yet circle of untouched skin where the holes. They were under his shirt, and I felt the small gathering of hairs at his navel. My fingers wanted to travel lower, but again he nudged them higher. That path was good too, so I took it. My fingers lightly traced the ripples of muscled six-pack and felt the details that the women in front of us could only imagine. They screamed but I touched the reality of his hot flesh and I shuddered. My hands then found the incredible power of his chest. His pecs were bigger than my husband’s biceps! . She didn't give up the right to be pissed though or to have her friends be pissed for her. Those friends included Janet meaning I had to deal with nights at home with the Steps.Of course, it was for nothing! Reggie, being a high school idiot, held it against me anyway. It was just words but the other jocks joined in. The cheerleaders and popular girls settled for mean looks directed at me. They would have pushed it further, causing an escalation on the boys' side, but Bailey didn't share why. A grim smile touched her full, red lips.I'm going to enjoy this, Marion thought, walking through to the dining room. 2.Jess bolted up the stairs in tears, his expensive Nike sneakers pounding the steps two at a time. He was literally overwhelmed with shame and fright; it had been more than four months since his last spanking, and he knew this would be far worse than a couple of glancing smacks on the tail. His Mother was mad this time, REALLY mad. He should never have started that stupid.