By now I was sitting up on her bed and was using my hands to cover up. I removed my hands and allowed my cock to stand proud. I wasn't going to argue ...hen she could easily tell our parents.She was older than I was and there I sat without pants on her bed my erection twitching at her. I was terrified but still hard. She reached out and grabbed it. She began to stroke my cock asking me if that was better.I just nodded and reached out to touch her. She said no and ordered me to take my shirt off.. She used one hand to hold onto the ladder while she used the other hand to lift the back of her pleated skirt. She was indeed wearing thong panties only the G-string kind with a tiny thread running up the crack of her fine ass and barely any material covering her pussy from what I could see. Oh yes, I could see a very nice patch of pubic hair to match the reddish hair on her head.I keep watching her ass as she climbed up that ladder, retrieved the kitten from her daughter, and then came down. “I don't know. I've never had much to drink. I've tried beer, which I don't like, and I've had some wine and wine coolers, but nothing else.“OK. Look, there's a table with punch bowls. Let's get you some of that,” Derby said. They walked over to the table together.A frat brother was sitting behind the makeshift bar, mixing drinks and serving punch. “What's your poison, little lady?” he asked.“I'd like some punch,” Anna answered.“Unleaded, super, or (drum roll, please!) racing fuel?” he. Bernstein, you will do your best to please me after you have had your twenty strokes." Oh please don't."THWWWACKK!"ONE! Thank you, Paul. I can feel the sting of that stroke all through my body."THWWWACKK!"TWO! That really stung. You have a very strong arm."THWWWACKK!"THREE! Oh my God, you're good. My butt will be sore for a month."THWWWACKK!"FOUR! Oh thank you again. Paul, my pussy's wet and..."THWWWACKK!"FIVE! Oh Paul, you're making my poor tooshie so sore and my pussy so hot and wet. Don't.