Sean nor I gave him any lenience, we stood there staring at the red faced boy with a dumb grin on his face. He finally gave into the silent pressure a...d shucked the barrier of modesty.My heart skipped several beats. He was hairless and semi erect, larger than I expected considering his short stature, well on his way in the process of genital development. Cut, and in his present condition, which I knew to be simply an innocent reaction to the erotica of his surroundings, it jutted and arched as. .. '"It's true!"Admittedly I am only halfway through my most recent research paper, but I can let you in on the preliminary results... On anecdotal evidence, which is yet to be statistically verified, 90% of spankings are for pleasure."In fact, lifestyle spankings are rarely of a force that would qualify as a punishment in the first place."If we are going to go back in history, we encounter quite brutal corporal punishment, meted out for the most miserly of reasons. Making a face at your Master. My boobs were far too sore to endure yet more groping and my wits were too befuddled for me to realise that this time I would have been the groper, not the gropee.Alicia smiled predatorially. “Heather, which boy would you most like to fuck?”I don’t remember answering, but I can remember the aftermath.“Eww, that’s weird. Your own brother!” exclaimed Marcia.“Actually it’s kinda hot,” said Cilla. “I wish I had a brother. Sex on tap.”“Hell, girl, there ain’t no way you’re getting a piece of your. I followed. She pressed her fingers on a pad to the side of the door, and it popped open. She held the doorknob and stepped back waving for me to enter. "Go in and lie down on the chair." Lie down?' I asked.She smiled. "It's like one of those chairs you see in all the old psychiatrist scenes. It's more of a lounger than a chair. We discovered that the testing works better if the subject is relaxed."I nodded and entered the room. It was dimly lit, but I could see the heavily padded leather chair.