Aub wo mere upar chad gayi or mere 7 inch k lund k sehlane lagi or fir muskara k mere lund ko apne muh me le liya or choosne laga mujhe bot bot maza a...e laga fir wo mere lund pe k ragadne lagi or mere se boli k janu aub bardash nahi ho raha dal do apna lund meri pyasi choot me main utha or usko ghodi style me bana k apne lund uski choot pe rak diya fir maine halka sa jhatka mara wo boli uuuuuhhhhhhmmmmmm jaan dheere se karo na to maine dheere dheere apna pura lund uski choot me dal diya aub. I was lying in a bed, for example, not the hard rock and dirt floor I expected, and it was warm – warmer than I’d been in what felt like a very long time. As I mentally took inventory of my situation, it also became clear, from the lack of itch and general stickiness, that I was blessedly clean. My scalp wasn’t prickly, my hair wasn’t plastered to my face, and there was no dried darkspawn blood cracking in the creases in my skin. And while I felt gloriously well-rested, I was also stiff and. It was laid carelessly on its stomach, still wearing the jacket and jeans it had died in. Were the eyes open or closed? Had rigor mortis set in? If I moved the arm, would it be floppy or stiff? My mother grabbed my shoulder and yanked me back, eyes sharp and lips tight. No, I didn’t get to investigate. My father did instead. He walked around it with that typical tired, jaded look on his face, then crouched down. ‘Well, John?’ one of the other men asked. I didn’t like it when they used that. "I laughed at him saying. "You wouldn't dare!"But he did dare. He pulled me onto his lap, pulling down my pajama bottoms, slapping my ass once hard. "I don't dare, do I?" He laughed as he pulled my little white panties down to my knees exposing my bare behind." I don't remember how many times he spanked my bottom but I do remember that it hurt me enough that I always listened to him after that. Just the threat of a spanking would make me obey him.That was my first spanking. My parents never had.