And here’s the catch: for every one you miss, I’m going to smack you once with the paddle. And for every one that you select that I don’t want, ...ou get a smack. But for every one you get right, I’ll reduce the smacks by one.”I grinned at her. “If you don’t understand what these toys do, and how I might want to use them, your bottom is going to be very sore, understand? So, you’re going to have to ask a lot of questions, aren’t you?”“Y…Yes, Master.” She was looking at the floor, and I could see. I looked back at her.“It’s okay,” I said.That didn’t sound good enough, so I did what most boys do in that situation. I perceived there was a chance I could restore my relatively good reputation in her eyes, so I blundered on.“That was the first time I’d ever done that. I don’t know why it happened then. It just sort of came over me. Maybe my hormones had just kicked in or something.”I looked at her, hopefully. She stared back at me. The bus stopped and the doors opened. A gaggle of kids. I always thought seeing a girl of ten sitting on a man's lap a little awkward looking, as at ten I was tall for my age, tomboyish and gangly, standing 5'6", we sometimes looked more like an affectionate couple, as I was as tall as some of them.Thankfully sitting on the beach hidden from view, that distraction was never as embarrassing, well, not as embarrassing as the feeling beneath my bum feeling him stirring, as he fitted snugly along the length of my taut cheeks.He rose heavily from the. I loved it. Amysaid, "I knew it. You like me and you like me treating you as agirl. You are more of a girl than me. You like being a girl.Maybe I should get you pregnant."I said, "No. Please don't make me pregnant."Amy said, "Alright Donna. Monday after classes, you are going tolook for work. You do need to contribute to the house funds."Sure enough on Monday I was looking for work. I was hired as acheck out girl at the local super market and a waitress at thelocal coffee bar. I pulled three.