It was a fine way to determine if additional spanks were needed if the girl was enjoying it too much for her own good.When Pamela became aware of her ...ntended exercises, she begged me to not be so forward as to demand her bottom be bared for the spanking asking instead if I might be able to spank her on her white linen undies to spare her the mortification of being naked to a strange man. Her sister convinced her that the "full" exercise was necessary if she was ever to grow up and become a. All opinions expressed by the themes are mine. If you disagree, that is your right and I hope you will excuse me. If I am not as familiar with my subjects as I should be, please correct me if you are more knowledgeable. Any mistakes in this story that were not caught by my editor and other advisors are my responsibility.There are references to other art in the story. The mentions of the nudist camp "The Pines" and its patrons appear with permission from author Nick Scipio. Writer KMB allowed me. I got up, and pulled my tights and knickers to my ankles, and poked my arse out. I pouted, as Len eased his prick up my smooth arsehole. Within seconds, he was expertly shafting me. What a sight I must have looked. There I was, my knees pressed together, my arse sticking out, knickers down to my ankles, and my hysterical expressions, under the barrister wig! And behind me, gripping my hips, getting into a sweat, in a copper wig and black stocking mask, was this hunky, mature man, buggering me. We sat and ate and watched the movie, her head on my shoulder and my arm draped around her shoulders.Then, as she yawned just as the ending credits began, I nudged her and said “What next?”. She just smiled, Hannah has a gorgeous smile that any guy would kill for. She got up and headed for the stairs “It’s been a long day, I’m going to take a nice warm shower to relax. You can join me is you like.” WHAT!? Had she really just said that? Up to this point, we’d only ever kissed! I copped a few.