That is the signal that she must now stand up, and lie across his lap.She lowers herself over his thighs. She nestles in, finding the most comfortable...position. She relaxes, relishing the feel of his body under hers. He lays a reassuring hand on her shoulder. With his other hand he gently caresses her upturned bottom.Her weekly spanking is her real life: not her job, nor her family, nor her friends. It is only on Sunday afternoons that she truly comes alive. This where she belongs. She now is. She stepped close. “I can’t undo it.”“Come here, then, and hold my helmet.” Standing next to me as I straddled Oscar, my nose was about level with her sterno-clavicular dip, the little hollow at the base of her throat. She took my helmet and I reached to the chin-strap of hers; not far – I suppose my nose was within a foot of her. My knuckle brushed the smooth skin of her neck and she inhaled sharply. The strap loosened easily, and I lifted the helmet off.She was smiling. I took that to mean. .. more."I leaned over and captured a nipple with my lips, sucking and licking the pink button until it stiffened. I sucked the firm flesh into my mouth and nibbled just hard enough to cause her breath to catch. I drew my head back still sucking as hard as I could on her hard nipple until it escaped my lips with a pop. As my lips moved to work on the other nipple my fingers continued to keep the first one right on the edge of the boundary between pleasure and pain.After several minutes of. I told her how I'd made money on the concert tickets, but spent it well in other places. I also told her that I'd not only grown taller, but that I was working out to become stronger. And finally, I told her that I might have bent and could have possibly broken some rules, but, as a package, I was doing well, and having fun."I don't like the drugs and alcohol at your age, but I wasn't much older when I lived just like you did. Being able to control it, and prioritize it, will let you go far, or.