“I didn’t lie, uncle, I am a virgin.” She sobbed softly into the mattress. “I never ever have let a boy even touch me down there.”“Well no... you have!” triumphantly I cried as I slid finger out of her tight wetness and placed the head of my cock against her soft opening instead. Placing my left hand on the small of her back, I gently slipped inside her wetness. Moving slowly until I reached her hymen, proof she truly was a virgin, I then thrust hard breaking it. She cried out as the pain slipped. Once there I would often take off all my clothes and spend a good amount of time slowly pulling my dick as I looked over the pictures of lesbians getting each other off. On this particular afternoon I arrived home from uni and followed my normal routine. I told Mrs Bargon I was going for a walk, grabbed the mags and headed into the bush. It took about ten minutes to get to my normal spot, which was a grassy area on the side of a small creek, surrounded by pretty thick scrub. It was a warm day. ......and still knowing there was more to come. As if in answer to my perverted prayers again the sound of the leather strap whistles through the air and lands upon my tortured flesh with a resounding THWACK!! Now, Without the thin fabric of the panties between my naked flesh and the strap the pain seems more intense. Once again the blows are raining down on my ravished backside.....one after another, again alternating......first one cheek and then the other...SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!!. And showingplenty of cleavage and a decent pair of pins under a short denim skirt. Notin the same class at that little hottie he?d caught sight of yesterday, but youwouldn?t say no. None of the men in here seemed to give hermuch trouble though ? not with the landlord looking on, and you couldsee he was a force to be reckoned with. Now the landlordwas coming over to where Spence was sitting at the corner of the bar. Andslowly leaning over to say quietly ? ?I?m afraid the do?s about to.