There were several side trails, and I chose one that looked more traveled. I soon came to a small clearing only eight feet or so in size, and noticed ... rather large black guy standing to the side of it stroking an impressive, semi-hard cock. He appeared to be in his 40's, stocky, with shaved head. As I approached, he kept stroking. When I got into the clearing, he walked over to me and felt my growing bulge. When I didn’t pull away, he reached up and pulled my tee shirt off, then unbuttoned my. My cock was limp now as the cum on my stomach and chest began to run down. It was cold, and my hand was covered, which had got all over my phone. I slowly pulled my finger from my anus. I was a mess and got up to head to the shower and then figure out what to do with myself. I showered and finally decided since I had taken the full day off work to go out and do some grass mowing and yard work. I am not used to being alone, so the house seemed extra quiet. I missed my wife's call to tell me they. There was no way she could not notice my hard cock grinding against her bare thighs as she paddled my bare bottom with the brush.“I think you’re enjoying this too much. I’m going to have spanked you harder!” she said.So far she had been alternating from one cheek to the other at a moderate pace, about one stroke every 2 or 3 seconds. Now she started spanking as fast as she could, sometimes giving me 3 or 4 swats on the same cheek before adjusting her aim to strike the other cheek. I couldn’t. I was his to have: naked, willing and free.But today Sir took me out of line, still clothed in tights, and made me bend before the rest of the girls while he chastised me cruelly then whipped my buttocks sore. This, as is usually the case, came at the end of the lesson; Sir would not so punish us so harshly and thus make it impossible to dance for him.But the strength of his strokes ( this time with his wooden rule ) put me in mind of that stiff rod on which I lay the week before. I confess,.