As he slapped my young backside, he reminded me of who was in charge and that; he could always use his belt if I didn’t behave myself. I had made my...mind up that I’d be on my best behavior anyway! Once he was satisfied that my ass was stinging enough; he moved behind me, used some saliva to wet my hole and started to penetrate me. It wasn’t easy because he wasn’t hard enough yet…he helped himself along by continuing to slap my ass good and hard. Within a few minutes he was getting harder and. In fact she seemed to get on with them as if they were girls her own age. Emma carefully flicked through the pages of her book – careful to obscure a view of the cover from any prying eyes (though most eyes would have concentrated on her naked body) until she came to a section about male homosexual love. Emma found the subject of penises quite revolting, and flicked through the pages to see if there was very much on the subject of love between the younger girl and the older woman. There did. It was the adults, the teachers, the parents, the grandparents, the doctors (brought in to check out his brain patterns); they all thought he needed friends. They didn't recognise that forcing him into social situations was stressful and made him behave more oddly. Well no, made him behave oddly. He wasn't odd if left to himself, just not as sociable as adults thought he should be."He'll grow out of it" said his Grandmother Jones, unconvincingly "It's just a phase"The other adults nodded, all. He searched around and found a huge pile of driftwood piled up behind an outcrop of rock. He pulled out several large pieces. He stopped when he saw the bones mingled in amongst the pieces of wood. They weren’t the first to go over the falls.Ignoring the bones, he then collected a pile of kindling. He stacked the wood and several of the larger logs into a pile further up the beach and dropped a fire spell on it.‘Whoomf’, up it went. It was soon burning brightly, and he dropped on another big.