" They were right, of course. Emma rubbed the cane across Cynthia's bottom and heard her groan albeit it seemed she had given up pleading with her. Go...d thing too, Emma told herself, again thinking what a good lesson she was teaching her. As she thought those thoughts so she pulled her arm back and whipped the cane down three more times and this time looked more closely at the welts as she heard Cynthia's cries. The welts pretty much covered the whole bottom now but that wasn't going to cause. When we got to her bed I turned her to face me and started to kiss her again as I removed her t-shirt before lying her on the bed. By this time I could see a big wet patch on her shorts between her legs. I lay down beside her after taking my own t-shirt off and again went to work on her boobs though this time my hand was slowly exploring the silky smooth skin of her thighs. I'm sure I could feel heat emanating from her pussy through her shorts. Her hands were all over me and her moans of. So where does all this outpouring of feminine sexuality come from?I had a precocious puberty, eleven to be precise, tits by twelve and using my electric toothbrush, every morning before school, I was that horny.My parents had divorced and I chose to stay with my father, mother was a bitch and I could remember a time just before my teens, they had friends over for a dinner, and I had got up to go to the bathroom and passed my parents bedroom, the door was open and they were having intercourse on. This took him aback and he paused awkwardly for a moment, then the officious tone returned. “I simply must admonish you and remind you that your father forbids……………….” “Admonish me Dorazi? What insolence. Are you not a servant of this house?” I slipped my hand between the folds of the gown and drew half of it aside, revealing my breast. I smiled and now he met my eye. I could hear him draw breath. I held him in awe. Slowly I stepped forward, letting the gown slip from my shoulders. He looked.