Walked back down the hall way and into the lounge room.Daddy got dressed and yelled out for me to go see him, I was so hot between my legs all I wante... to do was finger fuck myself but I decided I better go see what he wanted so I got up walked down the hall to daddies room where I thought I was going to get in trouble for watching him jerk off, "yes daddy" I said looking at my feet he asked me what I came to see him for I told him how I watched a scary movie and how scared I was and I wanted. Some of them were from the girls I knew and I didn't mind, slipping the awful cutesy ones Claire bought for me into their lockers, too. But an alarming amount were invitations to the dance by guys who's names weren't familiar, which meant either upper classmen or lower classmen. Apparently not everyone had worked the shiny new toy syndrome out of their systems.We made large valentines in Art and wrote poetry in Creative Writing, read famous love poems in English III and joined together in Home. .. At one point during the night I remember feeling a warm touch on my back, but still feeling asleep. I became more aware of the feeling of being rubbed, very lightly massaged. It was an incredibly relaxing feeling. I felt a hand move slowly down my back and then to my ass. Someone was softly rubbing my ass. I remember thinking "What is going on." I knew whoever it was was male, that is all that were in the house. But, I was no real stranger to gay sex. I had had sex with some boys. She grabbed my hand and pulled me across her lap. She began with a moderate hand spanking, but soon her hand was slapping my ass very hard. After a short time she grabbed a hairbrush and began to swat even harder. She moved rapidly from one cheek to another as the intensity increased. She stopped for an instant to change hairbrushes and start again. My ass was stinging by now but she didn't slow down. The repeated swats continued upon my ass only with a instant stop to grab another hairbrush.