Then on the Saturday, when I was hanging out yet more washing, I could hear clanging noises from Ron’s garage. I looked up to see Tony setting up so...e gym equipment through the open door. When he spotted me, he waved. I smiled and nervously waved back.Over the next few days I would hear or see him working out whenever I was in my garden or kitchen, when he spotted me he would always wave and flash a very cheeky smile.On the Wednesday, when I was hanging out the washing (again!), I heard Tony. "Your Grandpa Jack always spanked me for as long as I can remember. It was always on my bared bottom. It hurt like hell too. Once I hit puberty at about fourteen years old things began to change. He saved his lecture for after my ass was bared and I was laying across his lap. At first I didn't realize that the hard thing poking me on my lower stomach, almost on my newly grown bush, was but later I realized that my Daddy had an erection while he punished me. My spankings were getting more. Am I so slutty? Am Isuch a whore? Apparently, I am, since this treatment turns me on so much.My little penis, tucked securely between my legs, was screaming forrelease, so was my bladder, compressed by the corset and full from allthe drinking we've been doing. I physically could not hold it in anymore, and, as I felt it release and the hot stream flooded my panties andran down my thighs, I began to sob. "Look, the slut is peeing herself!"More flashes, and I heard sobbing behind me. "The other. It was the older woman's motherly treatment that had disarmed and relaxed Cherie, and now she felt no resentment or fear at being probed and felt and caressed. Vanessa's soft fingertip had found that certain joyful spot on the front wall of her vagina that no man had really properly found in the last four days, and Cherie squirmed and thrust her crotch against the other girl's hand. The two fingers in her cunt slithered wetly in and out while the smallest one tickled the sensitive inside.