I was roughly shoved onto the bed. Someone grabbed me by my hair and forced their cock into my face.I twisted away and sobbed no, no, please, please l...t me go. I promise to tell no one just let me go please I pleaded as tears rolled down my cheeks. He grabbed me by my hair and I screamed out as he pulled me to my feet then bent me over the bed.I heard him taking his belt off and I felt a shiver of fear race up my spine. I jumped and cried out as the leather belt cut into my soft exposed butt. "With that she pulled his Ear till he lay over Eddies lap. Frilly WhitePanties with blue trim peeped out from the Frothy Layers of Petticoats.Ed slowly brushed them up over Leslie's back, giving himself full accessto the wimpering boys backside. Helen gave him a short thin WoodenPaddle, and pulled the Sissy Panties down to his Thighs."Now lets all help Leslie Count." With that the smiling Edward laid aresounding SMACK SMACK SMACK on the two lovely white Globes. Lesliekicked his legs, one of his. Then at the beginning of their junior year in high school, we got the word that one of the girlfriends—the preacher’s daughter, of all things—had gotten pregnant and attempted suicide, succeeding only in aborting the baby. I sympathized with the kids. The Gordons’ move to Evansville had been hard for all of them to take, calling into question all they had believed about their agreement. But perhaps it was a good thing. It seemed to put the brakes on how fast the kids were moving toward becoming. .. would that be okay with you?”“How does it work if you can’t love Marsha while I’m there?”“I’m sure I can learn, but I’d rather do that with you helping. We got off on the wrong foot with you saying having to watch Marsha and me was a punishment. Maybe it could have been, but not to make a baby. If you want that baby, then we have to do it together.”“I thought I deserved the punishment.”“Oh, sure,” he said. “but not that one. I don't want to produce an angry baby. I can think up plenty of.