She got even closer to the now sobbing Jessie and wrapped her hands around her in a warm caring embrace. Jessie felt the soft hands criss-crossing her...shoulders and neck. She felt the soft pressure of their combined bosoms, unintended clumsy attempt to realign their almost contacting nipples. Jessie’s senses were overloaded. She all in all she felt safe. The soft voice, the tender touch on feverish skin longing for a touch, especially that touch. “I feel like I am going crazy,” she confided. . "You're so good to me, Peter," I whisper, to which he responds with a smile.It's not long before his face contorts into features mixed with both pleasure and shock, and his movements become less gentle and more urgent. I grab his buttocks, squeezing as he picks up speed, pumping his cock in and out of me like this is the only thing our bodies were made for. His moans get louder and I feel a familiar warmth and tingling build up between my thighs."Oh Peter, you're doing a wonderful job. Keep. .."He sits forward on the couch. "I can't let this go unpunished. Bend over my knee. You are getting five whacks, and if you take them like a good girl, that will be all you get."I know that my skirt that i'm wearing is too short, and will give him a good view of my black lacy boy shorts that I know he doesn't approve of. I try to think of a way out of my spanking."Can I go change first?" I ask hopefullyHe stands up, and pulls me toward him roughly, and pulls me down over his lap."I said. When Matt made eye contact, he waved to her. Renee smiled back, she likedriding her bike but was not good enough to steer it one handed yet. Seeinghis classmate on his street changed his goal. Now the goal was aboutkeeping his word. Matt quickly pushed himself off the ground and rushed tohis parents. He told them he wanted to ride his bike now, so as to joinhis friend Renee. Those two said yes at the same time. They knew theWalhas from school functions. Al and Meg were responsible parents.