He had sparse, short pubes.The girls hugged and pointed phones, bonding as they could all laugh at the amusing scene of a naughty little boy being spa...ked.They hadn't all been very experienced, nut they weren't too innocent either. All of them knew that had to be an exceedingly rare size, absurd sight- this naughty boy not wearing any pants at all, face down, bottom being slapped, his nethers clearly visible, albeit hard to spot- was like divine justice.The slapping of his ass, the rhythm like. "Your children have a stepfather." Kate saidMy husband interrupted, "I didn't know my ex re-married."Heather said, "Yes, she married Collin George three months ago."Kate told, "In a nutshell, Carol's mathematics teacher is a man, saw something strange in Carol's behavior and began asking questions. He found that Carol's stepfather is pedophile candidate."Kate stopped, because everybody looked at John. He was as red as when I described Amy's humiliation to him. The anger seemed to darken my. I got it off and was about to toss it on the floor next to my skirt, when she cleared her throat and made me to understand that her clothes were not to be treated that way.So I looked for a place to put it. There was a huge overstuffed chair in the corner, but for some reason I knew I couldn't go there. In fact, I found I didn't even want to look at the chair. But there was a closet. So I walked over and carefully hung the garment. The woman was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were a little. You look up at me with your brown eyes.“Now stand up and take all your clothes off.”You stand and pully your shirt over your head; your nipples are hard, pressing against your piercings. You drop your pants and panties; I can see you are wet already.You toss them to the side and stand there, beautiful, waiting for my next instructions.“Is this OK, daddy?” you ask.“Yes,” I say as I stand up in front of you. “You are very beautiful, but you were a bad girl and I have to punish you now. Turn.