And that made the difference.We began and I managed to make the first point, stealing the ball and getting a good aim. We played fair and then it all...went out the window. This is how we played. It was like a dance, almost. Mind you a somewhat rough, sweaty, sport-based dance, but a dance all the same. He stole the ball from me and I could only think to trip him. And god did I regret it.We landed in a heap and the basketball bounced into the grass. I groaned and it took me a minute to. We talked a few minutes about the spanking. He was very gentle with me. When it was the right time, he put his arm around my back and gently guided me across his lap. He asked if I was comfortable and if I felt ready to be spanked. I looked back and told him that he could start to spank me anytime. Then I felt my dress being lifted up over my back. He told me that he thought I was wearing some really pretty panties. As he began to pull them down, I lifted up just enough for him to get them all. Telling you about her marital problems and acting like she's got nothing to do with them." He laughed then, continuing, "Maybe that's what makes it so hot. There I was, watching something I wasn't supposed to be seeing - which is something of a turn-on in itself. Then knowing that they knew what they were doing was taboo..." his words trailed off. Almost of it's own volition, Susan's hand had clamped over his cock and he groaned "Good God, woman! You are insatiable!"She giggled and began. Jessica was far from being the only little girl involved. Sometimes there were three or four of them in one afternoon, pulling up their dresses and sticking their bottoms into my upturned face for a proper hiney hole licking. Jessica was the youngest but they ranged in age all the way up to 15. Not all of them were there for discipline. After a while it became clear that some of the girls actually liked it, and I can’t say that I totally disliked the procedure myself.Except for one time.