I was dumbstruck as he told me I shouldn't wear such sexy clothing because that's what attracts punks like them, and he walked off. This was getting m... nowhere fast.I raced to his house, skipping class, breaking into his house with a spell to unlock doors. I moved to his room, this was a drastic measure. I stripped down to nothing and lay on his bed and waited. I waited a long time. But I was rewarded as he showed up and blushed completely at my nudeness, all I needed was for him to make a pass. Five more followed and Carol was not smiling anymore, another seven left her ass cherry red as tears streamed down her cheeks. Joe said honey you have six more coming, admit you’ve been a bad girl and I’ll stop. Carol shouted out “I’ve been a naughty girl, I took my top off on purpose to get those boys excited, I wanted them to see me”. The spanking stopped. You could tell Carol was intensely excited from being punished in public. Her hand went down to her pussy and she stroked her clitoris. My parents had very little money, and so the money from the news round was my main source of pocket money. Today being Saturday I had planned to go to the model shop with Terry my best friend and squander some of my hard earned cash on a model I had admired for a long time and had saved a long time for. On Saturdays, the arrangement was that I would collect the weeks paper money from about twelve of my customers. The rest preferred to pay at the shop or, perhaps at the end of the month. First. He doesn’t look at me. I took after him the most. Sunshine in our blond hair, cool and ice in our blue eyes. Skin bronzed by the sun, pink lips. Gentle facial features. Seventeen years old, and the only thing Mom gave me is her exact height of 5’7”. Small feet, little hands. Thin lips. And then I look at Mom with her fair skin, and freckled face. Emerald eyes and fiery scarlet hair. Sharper face, beautiful angles. Thicker lips. Somehow Mal favored her. Looks like the male l of her. Except he.