Saturday night, his dad goes out drinking and comes back late, drunk as hell. He has been an alcoholic as long as Jerry can remember and he hates that...part of him. There was an eight-year period when his dad quit drinking and Jerry was able to enjoy a relationship with his father without alcohol in the way. While Jerry was away in the Army, his dad started his drinking ways again and Jerry resents it with a passion. He does not feel sad when he leaves to go back to Des Moines. He is just glad. . . I look in the bathroom mirror seeing my tank top on the small of my back and my black panties exposed above my white skinny jeans. I adjust my bra and tank top as I walk into an empty stall. I slide my jeans an panties down, sitting on the toilet. My hand between my legs, I rub my clit softly. I know I said its gross but sometimes things just turn you on. I slowly rub my fingers up an down my wet slit, moaning softly. The loud noise of the door opening makes me freeze in place. The sound of. He hugged me and let me cover up and I could feel his hard on against me. He whispered in my ear, ‘you should have done it for longer’ as he said it, I thought to myself yes I could have. I felt empowered. It was a 5 to 6 minute walk back to where we’d parked up. There were a lot more people around this area, it was a nice day and there were maybe 50 or more cars parked up there now, and some people still milling around; I was still buzzing and forgotten all about Toby lifting my skirt hem. “Typically I would do this with my belt, but since you’re new at this, I’ll use my hand, understood?”“What are you going to do Sir?” already knowing the answer.“Why give you a spanking, I think that three swats is a good start.”His hands lift my skirt exposing my ass.“Goddamn, your ass is perfect, has your husband or anyone ever fucked your ass?” he caresses it gently.“No, Mr. Parker.” I moan softly at his touch, already setting me on fire.CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, three swift swats to my ass and I.