.. I've always wanted to confess how I feel about her, but not like that. It was awkward and embarrassing, I could barely speak and she was in complet... control of the situation. Then again... She did handle it very well, she didn't freak out at me, didn't tell me to get the fuck out of her house. If I didn't know any better by the look in her eyes I'd say she liked what she saw on that computer screen. Could she possibly be ok with what I fantasize about? What if she really did like what she. I would drop my dressing gown and open her drawer, takeout her navy blue knickers and put them on. I had justdiscovered the joys of masturbation and my penis would tent thefront of the knickers forward as I admired myself in the mirror.Quite often I would then go downstairs just in the knickersloving the feel of how I was dressed. I would stand in thedoorway to the living room where I could see out of the windowand loved the excitement of being exposed if someone happened tolook.I would then. ” The hem of my skirt was raised, placed over my back, even with my bottom so hot; I could feel the cool air above my stocking tops. My panties had already been rolled down to just below stocking tops. Sue measured the leather tawse against my exposed cheeks, raised it, and started to methodically punish my bottom. The pain was exquisite. All too soon it was over, and her hands were caressing my bottom, gently rubbing, squeezing, and playing. “Stay bent over for me, sweetheart.” Her left hand. Rose was dressed in ‘cute co-ed’ clothing, only instead of a college sophomore, she looked more like she belonged in junior high school; well, except for her breasts.C.K. heard Rose call Dave ‘daddy’, in her teasing way.“Are you her father?” C.K. asked Dave as she drove.“Her step-father, actually.”Rose quickly filled in, “He’s also my favorite lover. I’m his little slutty minx. I couldn’t live another day without seeing him, so I put work at the aquarium on hold for a week and ditched my.