‘Of course, you strike me with this branch of birch as I strike you on the back and buttocks.’ I heard you giggle and you saying,’ Sounds like a...spanking to me.’ I smiled though you could not see me but guided you to your feet and stood you on the hot wooden floor. I allowed you the first blows to get you used to the sensation. Your petite hand wrapped about the branch denuded of its leaves and at first were hesitant with your blows. Then as you grew more comfortable you struck harder blows. Oh Jimmy, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m just so hot I forgot for a moment. I promise it won’t happen again. I love you Jimmy. Tell me what to do. Just tell me what to do Master. There it was. Master. I was back in control. It was time. Without another work I began withdrawing my cock until just the tip was imbedded and then drove back in as hard as I could and she squealed. I did it again and the squeal was more like a moan. Buy the third stoke it became an umph and a moan and by the fourth it was. . I dunno, I felt a presence of some kind." Darth Vader!" What?" It was Darth Vader; he said he felt a presence that he hadn't felt for many years," Ronny corrected me."Yeah, you could be right! I felt there was someone in that club tonight that I knew and it frightened the arse off me." Why did it frighten you?" Dunno really. Probably because I couldn't see them." Or didn't recognise them. Probably one of your old conquests." Ronny suggested."Shit, I hope not. Damn bad form, old boy, to forget. “It’s not like it used to be.” “These things happen sometimes.” And similar answers.That same afternoon I went to visit my dad’s new apartment. It’s a small studio but very clean and organized, because my father is very strict with cleaning.We were there talking for a bit about stuff, and at one point he confessed the real reason of his divorce: my mum cheated on him with a guy a few years older than me. My parents are young (44 years), but even so, my mum is twice the age of that guy.While my.