“Is that understood…. boy?” I groan my complete acceptance. “Good. Now…..”With no further words I am seriously spanked. Not 6 but 12. I ta...e it like a ‘man’. “Get over that table boy…..I need more room.” When the Head has me over the table I am told, “Grip the other edge.” I am bent over, my naked pink ass is exposed while my dick is hanging free below me; free but hard.Without warning I get the full force of the cane and I yelp like a baby. “That will never do boy. Lucy, get up on that table.. If you still don’t want to join us then that’s okay. There’ll be no hard feelings if you decide not to.’ ‘I’ll think about it, okay?’ ‘How do we dump Vanessa?’ I heard Mike ask Simon as I left the room. That was their problem, dealing with her fragile ego, I didn’t envy them putting up with the inevitable tantrum. We had three band practice sessions leading up to the gig and I had to admit that the reception that I got from the guys as I worked my way through the repertoire really built my. I guessed it was made for people who didn't like exams, perhaps. With my bottom hanging so far off, leaving me feeling as if I would fall off the table, I was ready for the exam.Next was the final preparation of the machine. They always put a condom over the probe. Following the cleaning, this was always reassuring to me, having one final step to cleanliness. The machine was angled so I could see the screen, relaxing me due to my education and familiarity with the anatomy. Finally, he squirted. It was only a couple of weeks later when Bronwyn rang Ruth and suggested we come over to their house for dinner. It was me who was excited this time and Ruth started to tease me. Apparently Bronwyn had told her what a great time she had with me. I know I had a good time. Ruth pretended to be jealous but I was well aware that she had enjoyed the freedom of fucking someone else.The day finally arrived and we rolled up at their house. “Come in folks” Alf said as he undressed Ruth with his eyes..