I can still, all these years later, recall it word for word. The headline was "Spanked at Seventeen" and the letter ran as follows:"Sir,"I am a 17-yea...-old shorthand typist, and when I misbehave my mother puts me across her knee and spanks me with a slipper."Apart from the pain involved I find this humiliating, as I feel I am far to old to be treated like this."None of my friends receives spankings, and I would like to know if any other of your teenaged readers are ever punished in this. I said no, as I reached the sheet and covered us up getting back where I was. The light of the sun's reflection coming up on the horizon woke me as it always does, and I looked over the two beautiful women sleeping spooned together. I got up as quietly as I could and went inside, getting dressed. I grabbed my phone and walked down the hill to the milking parlor where the cows were standing ready. I was mostly through the second of three cows when Clair brought a cup of hot coffee over to me. A. . please." I don't know, Honey, remember you used to pretend to hate it; I think I need you to say clearly what it is you want." All this from Don was a struggle, and he could tell that some hint of this leaked into the timbre of his voice. His glib, cocksure arrogance, a standard feature of his every communication with Bethany over the past few months, was on the verge of cracking under the trial of holding himself out of the heavenly girl."Don ... Daddy ... please fuck me, I need it, I want. I let out a loud moan and my eyes roll back... the anticipation of your touch has my cock buzzing and throbbing, the slightest touch from your gorgeous wet lips is heavenly...You slowly suck and lick the head of my cock... pushing me back against the door... When I hit the door, I feel that the time for taking it slowly has passed.... I grab your shoulders, tense up my cock so its throbbing and ease it into your mouth.... It takes you slightly by surprise but you like it and you respond by.