(It didn’t matter that her fantasy might not have been about me at all. I knew that now it was about me.) You need to be punished. Roll over onto ...our stomach and don’t look at me!” Underneath the coverlet, she did exactly what I had told her. I reached up and pulled back the cover. Her slip was still bunched up halfway up her ass, and what a lovely ass! “Pull your slip up,” I commanded. “ I want your ass bare so you can take your punishment.” She didn’t hesitate at all. She reached back. The climate is mild with only the occasional frost in the winter and the summer heat is tempered by the lakes plus the onshore breeze from the Bass Strait which is on the other side of Lake Reeve. The static population of less than one thousand people comprise mainly of retirees like ourselves, weekends and holidays the population can triple with holiday home owners.One day whilst walking along the beach I came across the author, a young man viciously scrawling his message in the sand."Why do. The one in my class, Susan, told me her mum and dad weremaking her do it. Now mum was going to make John be a girl."What are you going to do?" I'm running away," John said."Please don't, you can't." I started to cry, I worshiped John. He taughtme how to play football, fish and protected me from bullies.I thought it through, if John ran away, I would probably be chosen, Orpossibly Paul. I was protective of Paul. I hated the thought of him beingsad.So I said the only thing I my 11 year old brain. They began to settle into a routine of the meeting and coffee afterwards. After a couple of months, Nancy decided to take a chance.“Um, Dave, uh, we’re friends, right?” she asked tentatively.“Yeah,” he replied. It was a curious question, he thought.“Well, um, I was wondering, if maybe, you know, some night, maybe we might do something, see a movie or something. Dutch, I mean.” Dave stared at her briefly, and Nancy knew she had screwed up. “Listen, it was just a thought, that’s all. Forget I.