"I've cut your arm, I'm so sorry!" I said to Matthew as we both steppedoff the bus. "Dont worry about it, it's only a scratch," he repliedwith a smile... "but if you really feel bad about it you can meet me forlunch."I was so taken aback by this I had agreed to it before i'd even thoughtit through, and instantly regretted it. I tried to think of a way ofgetting out of this predicament, but found myself giving him my mobilenumber, and agreeing to meet him for a coffee on our lunch break, as. “Let’s do it the traditional way the first time,” she laughed, “you do know what to do, right?”“Yes, of course,” I said, with more confidence than I actually felt. I’d had sex education in school and like any teenage boy I had small, secret collection of porn magazines so I had a fairly good idea of what to do. Still, this was no a masturbatory fantasy, this was real! I still had a hard time realizing that.Deciding not to think any longer but to simply act, I climbed on Debby and positioned my. "Let's go then, time to get to work", I shot back. It was then that all things changed. Savanna came through the door and the reason for the clicking noises became crystal clear. Savanna was wearing heels not wrestling shoes. She was also wearing a short black mini skirt, pink button down shirt, and had her hair down. She was a vision of beauty that had me momentarily mesmerized. As I snapped to, I asked her where her wrestling gear was. The answer was a bit suprising."Coach, you and I. Did I enjoy it? With a definite yes, the spanking continued, harder and harder, until the oldest one (I guessed nearly as old as my mother) put me over her knee, and really hurt me. Such vulnerability. Such abandonment. Such humiliation. The physical pain meant nothing in comparison. Pat asked me where she could find a belt. A couple of girls declined to use it on me, but the others tried it; not with any great force, though. The oldest one took the belt, and used it more vigorously, calling.