Glen went along with that.“Well you’ve seen the new video that dad and mum showed us, to persuade us. I mean there were loads of curvy chubby girl... there, so what you worried about?” Glen asked, pulling his socks on, sat on the bed.“We didn’t need much persuading,” Carla giggled, at last back to the cheery, buck toothed, ever smiling face he’d first fallen in love with across the Wetherspoons pub in Bournemouth. “Anything to ogle some tasty bodies, boys and girls.”“Hah! yes you just thought it. Heading off up a trail she took some pictures as we walked up it. I notice when she bent over on time she didn't have and painties on and she still shaved her pussy.I wore at least a bikni under my skirt and shirt.We hand walked about mile or so and she said we got to get off the trail and walk about a mile this way.I follwed her. Some how I knew she knows were she wanted to go.After an hour of walking off the trail we came to a small clearing in the woods she said we were here. We took off our. It was a sunny June Saturday afternoon. With their children at their regular Saturday activities, Bonnie and Cooper had gone over the plans one last and now she was sunning next to the pool, nude when she heard Adam’s car arrive. In the house Cooper greeted their visitor. After some small talk Cooper handed Adam a bag of chips and a pitcher of lemon aid. ‘Just go through the living room and out the back door, the pool is to you left, tell Bon I’ll be there in a minute. If you could, come back. Also how many strokes were due. This certainly got the girls attention. I could tell the bad girls at the back were silently telling themselves how hard they would be under punishment. The beautiful girl at the front had turned ashen faced. The plump ugly girl was close to tears.I informed the girls that they were to report promptly to the punishment classroom of the day for their sex. This was often my classroom. Girls and boys were punished in private, so they would have to wait till I did.