Sorry to be thick. Any way back to the story.In the rush for June to get dressed I pocketed her knickers. She was a bit put out when she couldn’t fi...d them but I encouraged her not to worry but rather get dressed and lets go pay the bill.The bill payment went without incident and we were soon out on the street where it was chilly. Fortunately June had a very warm heavy coat on.We decided that we had done enough shopping and discussed what would be done next. Should June go back home? Not what I. He felt totally bereft, tears streaming down his cheeks as he wandered through the wood. He had heard people say that love hurts but he had always laughed at that, now he knew how painful it was.He had lost all track of time until he walked back into town and heard the church clock chime five o’clock. He realised he was hungry so made his way home.“Hi sweetheart,” his mother called as he entered the front door. “We were disappointed you didn’t join us,” she said, walking over to him and putting. It wasn't a spanking like one might get from their parents when they were in trouble, this was hard, loud, and brutal. Every few minutes he would pause and finger my ass or pussy, making me think he was done, but then he would smack my ass again. Once he had thoroughly reddened my ass, he started working down onto my thighs until they were warm and red too. I had a couple orgasms due to my spanking, which only made John slap me harder. I guess he didn't intend for me to be enjoying myself,. My best friend was a girl named Angela. She live in a big house with her parents Paul and Wendy. He was a stone mason, she was a nurse. Nice family great people made me feel welcome whenever I was there. Especially Paul. So when my parents wanted to go away on a second honeymoon they felt fine with things when Paul and Wendy said I could stay with them so they could get away, instead of leaving a teenager alone for three weeks.The first few days were great. I got along well with it all. .