He weighed between 110 pounds and 125 pounds depending onhow much he ate on a regular basis. Morton Benson was 35 years old, butwas cursed with one of...those faces that made him looked ten yearsyounger.Morton was one of those guys. He had many female friends, but had neverreally had a girlfriend.Morton was everyone's friend and no one's beau. In his sexually potentlife, he had heard it all."Oh, Morton, you're so sweet, I don't want to lose that." Morton, you're my friend, I treasure you, please. “Hmm, I don’t think you did a good job that you deserve it slut. Normally ,” he said dismissively.“Sir, please. I did as you told.”“Slut, I don’t have time for this. I need to leave now.”“Sir.”“Slut, you are not getting a release today. Now shut up and listen. What time do you leave for work? I will drop you to work most of the days from now on. ”“9 AM, Sir”“Good, be ready and on time. You will not be wearing any boy underwear if you do be ready to face the consequence. And you will also be. ”“Never seen girls like us in there,” Joanne said. “Back in a couple.”Joanne walked out in her underwear and down the short path to the lake. She walked out a bit into a shale shelf and rinsed them off. She gave them a quick squeeze then turned back for the cabin. She found a couple of hangers, and a nail on her side and hung them up. Suzanne was still reading and still had a hand between her legs. Joanne noticed that Suzanne’s nipples stood up, prominently from her chest. With a sigh, Joanne. He would spank 5 times in the same place, then move a few inches and spank 5 more times and so on until every inch of her ass was covered with deep red welts. He spanked her thighs the same way. Finally, he began on her 'sit spots.' She was crying and begging, promising anything and everything if he would just stop. He continued until he had given her 20 spanks on each sit spot. He didn't have to hit hard. Just a flick of his wrist caused the paddle to spank solidy and painfully. She had.