It was definitely me at ten, and I was naked. Bare assed naked.It all came back to me in a flash of old memories. That had been the evening of my tent... birthday. My first birthday after my Mom had passed away. My father had decided that along with a birthday spanking he would document my growth in this sick and depraved way.I had a few friends over for ice cream and cake. After my friends had gone home my Dad told me that I was in need of a 'birthday spanking'. At ten years old I didn't think. I lie down on my bed and start chatting with people and seeing which friends are on. It takes about an hour before I finally find someone to chat with. What follows is what I usually do when I find someone to chat with, this is no direct account of what happens, its just a general personal telling of how I get dressed and what I do while I'm dressed all sexy.For those that don't know me I like being dressed, I like it when I'm told what to wear and when to put it on. I begin to strip out of my. What about Alec? Would he come back at all before tomorrow? Where was he anyway? Did she care? She got up from the bed and, wrapping herself in the blanket, she started walking around the apartment, drinking her tea. Her new eyes didn't see what her old ones had ­– not the pride and the warmth; the freedom of having their small but first and very own place. What she saw were old damp spots on the ceiling; the mishmash of furniture, the tiny kitchen – a bathroom with a leaking shower. Why. And finally, she gave me a smile and asked about my mom. I replied she is not at home, she is out of the station, will be back after a day or two. Still, she didn’t resist, she asked me a permission if she could come in. So guys here is the tricky part, usually we boys say yes right away for this stuff. I, in turn, thought about something else. A plot to confirm whether I can lead that meet into a KISS. So I replied “No I’m not fully dressed, I don’t think so it’s a good idea you coming in. She.