At first I was really nervous, but as the day went on, I started to gain more confidence, and started crossing my legs, sitting down fast so my skirt ...ould flare out to the sides, bounce my legs up and down, and sliding my foot in and out of my shoes. It was like everybody wanted to be my friend, it was almost like magic. As the days went on and going to class, some of the guys would flirt with me and one time this guy started to rub my legs. I just sat there with my legs crossed bouncing them. I guess that answers the question!"Your mother thinks your gay," I tell him matter-of-factly as his eyes roam from my tits down to the tiny triangle of material disappearing between my legs."G-G-Gay?" he looks at me incredulously. "W-w-w-why w-w-would she think th-th-that?" he stutters some more and sits up, trying to hide his erection. Damn! He's pretty good size for an eighteen year old. I can't believe this is the same little boy I used to baby-sit. He's certainly not little now. Swinging. "You were thirty steps into my property. Thirty swats is what you shall pay. You will count each one and say sorry after. Is that understood?" "Yes Miss." The first swat comes down hard on your right cheek. "One, sorry" The cheek of your ass ripples with the blow. Next on the left. "Two, Sorry" The thin material of your dress is no protection. Your ass ripples more. It is distracting to me. Right cheek. "Three, Sorry" You squirm on my knees I feel heat coming from off your cheeks. Left cheek.. He could feel the cold fluid in his boxers and nervously examined his pants for wet spots, and saw a small dark circle on one side, about the size of a dime. ‘Shit.’ Despite the fantastic physical sensation of the orgasm, Ted hadn’t really produced very much semen, as it was his second orgasm in just a few hours, and Ted was indeed a middle-aged male. For this he was happy, because he realized if he had been younger, or if this had been his first session that day, the stain could have been much.