Right?” “Sure thing Phoebe.” “But!” She stopped. “Yes?” I asked, not sure where this was leading. “But, I am like my Mum. I ex...ect obedience. In fact I’m a bit of a control freak. I know I am. So, if you want to come out with me you have to accept I’m in charge.” “Sure” I agreed. “That you will go across my knee if I say so.” “Sure” I agreed again. “Even though I am 17 years old and you are 19?” I kept looking at Phoebe. “I don’t care. Really I don’t. So long as I get to kiss. So come on peeps, if you like it write about it and if you do please mail me so I don’t miss it please. !what happens to someone to make them enjoy this? I am guessing that one explanation is that there was a wetting accident maybe so embarrassing that there was arousal? Maybe punishment, I like to think not but if punished for a wee accident it would make it wrong or taboo? So therefore arousing. I have had peeing accidents when I was very young, I vaguely remember the hot feeling down my leg. I opened my front door and led her into my sitting room. I had spent an age getting the place tidy in case she came and the low lights were on. She removed her jacket, took a seat and her dress rode up a little to reveal the glorious long thigh. I poured us a couple of brandies and sat facing her. ‘Thanks for the invitation to dinner.’ ‘Least I could since you invited me to the party.’ ‘Coffee?’ ‘Perhaps later?’ She stood up and placed her brandy, untouched, on a side table and took my hand. I. “uuugh! Me too baby, fuck, me too! UUUHHH, I’m cumming with you baby” she gasped, groaning in his ear and strengthening his passionate, blissful orgasm, his raging organ pulsing inside her tight, squeezing sex as he came hard and long, pulses of release flowing powerfully through his whole being. He pulled her quaking body against his, feeling her heat and her passion filled movements as she held tight onto his tensing body, their skin rubbing sensually against each other as her nerves were.