" I say. My chin is tilted down, my eyes glued to the floor. I hate disappointing my Daddy. My heart is sinking in my chest, and it feels as if I'm sw...llowing rocks. My heart is racing as I wait for you to state my punishment.Without saying a word, you nod over to the couch. You unbuckle your belt and my heart sinks more. Spankings. You sit on the couch and motion for me to come over. I slowly walk over, pulling my T-shirt down as far as I can to cover my pale bottom. I stand before you."Over. "Chris. He really likes you."My heart skipped. I looked at Scott in disbelief. "How do you know?"Scott shrugged. "I dunno. I just do." That pensive expression returned to his face, as though he were thinking about something really deep and complex. I just looked at him without saying anything for a while. And then after a few minutes, a question came to my mind."Is Billy your boyfriend?" I asked.Scott gazed at me like I was crazy. "No. What made you think that?" I don't know...do you have a. She then began bobbing her head up and down his shaft, each time taking more and more into her mouth. Mr. Wilson groaned loudly and she began to deepthroat him while she rubbed her tongue along his cock. The tight pressure of her throat made him cum right down her throat. She sucked it all off and swallowed it all down.Mr. Wilson pulled her panties off, dying for her wet teenage pussy. He pushed her up on his desk and spread her legs."Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked."Yes, yes, come. I couldn't have danced in five-inch heels, but she was amazing.We were drawing way too much attention until we finally got to dance a slow number. Then I noticed we were drawing some smirks. She was six foot six in her heels. I was five foot eight. My head tucked in under her chin."Don't you wish you were about a foot taller so we could dance face to face?" she asked."I was just lamenting not being six inches shorter."She couldn't help an abrupt laugh. "You perve."I tried to shrink myself with.