I laughed hard watching my sweet friend’s antics. She grabbed me off the couch and we danced a be-bop step as I twirled her back and forth … a rea... throwback to the 1950’s! She seemed to like Fats Domino, Chuck Berry, and Little Richard the best! My tastes run more to Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke. She was fun, and I loved dancing with her. After half a dozen tunes, we collapsed together on the couch. She teased me about my dance style and I teased her right back. She punched me again in the. Suddenly, taking her by surprise he leant forward, pressing his lips over hers. It was pure instinct she responded, briefly returning his kiss before pressing her hands on his shoulders, easing him away. No Andy! Stop it! Ive told you. We cant do this. Its foolish. She cried, telling herself she should twist away from his hold yet despite this knowledge she seemed incapable of getting her body to respond. Ignoring her pleas, he kissed her again where this time she found herself respond a little. “What... ?”“Sit,” she said, her eyes continuing to dwell on his crotch, a little widened by the sight. He hobbled over to the edge of the bed and sat. She removed his shoes and his lower clothing before taking hold of his hot rigid flesh. Squeezed it. Grazed his glans.“Freddy?”“Do you use something when you masturbate?” she asked.“What do you mean?”“Something slippery?” she giggled. “I don’t want to know about your stash.”“Just some hand crème sometimes,” he moaned. Her fingers just below the. ”Immediately afterwards, the first swat lands on my butt.“One,” I count obediently. After a few strokes, it gets more and more painful, I try to count slowly to give myself more time between the swats, thirty seconds pass after the tenth swat before I count.“You now have exactly twenty seconds to count, otherwise we will start from scratch. Is that clear?”“Yes, Madame.”Immediately the next blow lands on my butt, on the following swats, I try to count as fast as possible. Sometimes Cassandra.