”She was smiling really wide. She seemed to find the situation pretty funny almost as if she wasn’t at all surprised to find me watching the cattl... watch me play with myself. But then she wrinkled her brow. “Why are you kind of dirty all over?” She didn’t seem at all upset by my naked condition but just asking questions very matter of fact and maybe ignoring the fact that I’d been playing with myself all alone with a juicy penis in the middle of nowhere.There was something overly strange about. During the recess one day, I told him about the strange noises in the room next to mine; he went into a fit of laughing when he realized that I hadn't yet figure the cause of it all.I must say here that previous to this talk, we had often discuss the matter of girls and how their bodies were different than ours, we even used such words as teats, cunt and fucking. Yes, I knew what fucking was, Fred had explained it to me, his older brother had enlightened him on the matter. But what Fred had. I remembered the embarrassment, humiliation, and pain of these which often happened at the insistence of ma, and in front of her and my siblings. I wanted to experience that again. I wanted to have the feeling of being physically punished until I cried. Michael was very interested, and wanted to try it the next week. That Monday, I had a business trip to Seattle, and while there, I bought a black paddle with holes in it. It was little over ¼ thick, but the female clerk whacked herself on the. A couple of them looked like they were 300lbs with big beer guts. Some of theothers were in terrific shape and then one six foot four guy motioned for meto come over to him. Obviously he was the leader. I walked over.He looked at me and asked if I liked bikers. Nervously and in the mostfeminine voice I could muster I answered that bikers were nice guys. I didn'tknow what I was going to do. Then he put his hand around the back of my headpulled me forward and kissed me. He pulled back with a.