"The salacious rumours about me are true. And if it took me a fuck, abang, and a blow to get ahead on this planet, then so be it; I've got thebiggest ...ead start in history. I'm 21: envy me."To all of my so-called friends who have been laughing at me these pastfew months, go fuck yourselves. Never ask me for anything ever again.Don't expect anything from me either, except scorn, you wretched, poverty-fated scum."And you, Dean Dickhead, look at your socks. They have holes in them.You're a Dean. Maine kaha deepali main iska kya karu usne kaha ise to tumhe shant karna padega kuchh bhi karke maine kaha ok tum mera sath do to main ise ek baar aur shant karne ka try karta hunwo boli bolo kya Karu muh me lelu ke aur chodoge muje? Aur has padi maine kaha nahi main tumhari gand me daal du sayad uske liye tadap raha ho wo gabhra gayi boli na baba itna bad lund meri gand me jayega to phat jayegi dard hoga maine kaha kuchh nahi hoga tum ne to kaha tha ki jo chahe kar lo ab kya hua main naraj. It wasn’t the pain alone, she realised. Was it the feeling of submission with the upside view of the backs of ’s and Mrs M’s legs perhaps? Maybe more than that she realised that it was the feeling of being loved and that Clara’s love for her was emphasised by the hard spanking she gave her. The same was likely to be true of the spanking by Mrs M which was a truly maternal discipline spanking. Yes, that was it she told herself, and she so wanted to be spanked again and have those same loved. His hand and about 4 inched of his forearm fucking me I pulled off my slip so I could see and run my hand over the outline of his hand push my belly out from the inside. I implied myself on his hand as he pushed my skinny belly out the outline of it swirling around moving back and forth and up. His fist nearing my rib cage and his elbow at the hole I screamed YSSSS and pushed down as hard as I could feeling his elbow sink in. His arm sliding over my “G” spot I started to leak then as steady.