As soon as I’d decided what must be done, my cock had stiffened. Now, with you defenseless, it feels like a steel rod. I bring my hand down on your ...ight cheek. Whack! It’s not hard, but I know it must sting. No response from you except a gasp, so my slap lands a little heavier on your left. Whack!This time, you cry out in pain.I wait a few seconds, but you don’t speak. Whack, whack! Two quick blows to your backside. Not hard, but a little more force than before.You start to cry.I pull you up. By the time I turned twelve I had some hair on my chest as well as under my arms and in my groin area. My penis stopped growing by the time I got to be thirteen, and I'm glad that it did.I had known Rachel only since the seventh grade because we lived a good distance away from each other and she went to a different elementary school than I did. We didn't say much to each other in seventh, probably because she didn't get too interested in guys until after she sprouted those boobs over the summer. .. well, it’s a lot. But I do promise to try, but only because it’s you asking,” I said.“Okay, my darling man. You’re the best,” she said.I know it wasn’t any big deal for him, Carlton, but the cost of the wedding that he’d arranged in collusion with my now wife ran in the neighborhood of fifteen thousand dollars. My original plan for the wedding and the reception, at a nearby local bistro that had a small but nice meeting hall, was closer to fifteen hundred dollars. But the man did pick up the. Sam hadn't even wanted big, sexy bimbo tits before Amy had tricked her into dosing herself with the potion, and now that she had them she couldn't help but love the way they hung heavily from her chest, the way they demanded her attention and rewarded her with pleasure for indulging them, and the way they caught men's eyes and were the first step in making them want to fuck her. The anticipation of getting Amy back, of watching Amy helplessly turning into even more of a cock-hungry bimbo slut.