I fully expected to be penetrated just then.But no. A loud swish sound. What? "Slut, that wasn't punishment," I heard. "That was pleasure." Ten stroke...."I was confused. What? Then... crack! Yow! What was that? I wriggled, gasped. My arse on fire. Crack! Another. I don't know. A crop. A cane. Belt. Dunno. But it hurt like hell! Crack!"Stop, please," I begged. "Anything. Please."Crack. This was not fun. Not sexy. Not horny. Just painful. No. But for some reason, some deep reason, I didn't use my. She was musing away to herself about the night she had had and how her temptress of the night, a classy woman in a black lace dress, had flirted with her at the bar. It made her feel sexy and she made several mental notes to be more outgoing in future. Emma admitted to herself that she had found the woman extremely attractive and horny but she made the decision at the bar that she would not follow her up on her invitation.Emma approached the confines of the alleyway, where she had to twist her. ”So I replied- Even now you can do that.So she smiled weirdly and kissed my cheeks and my hands responded automatically by touching her boobs. Wow, I could feel her huge boobs in my hand I got a feel of her bra! But her face turned red in anger and she didn’t say anything and left from there.I felt very ashamed and wanted to ask her sorry but I didn’t have guts to face her again. The whole night I couldn’t sleep and the next day I thought she would not even look at me. Next day, in the morning. Then strangely as always, the feeling would subside and I would hastily re-arrange myself and see if I had been missed.I had other favourite places –up trees, in the garage, and of course my bedroom as well as (later on) up in the attic but none held the same attraction of the garden.I can’t remember exactly when I first started doing it or for that matter found out the pleasure it gave me but without knowing, I had discovered a primitive form of masturbation.My dad was struck by a car whilst.