“Sweetie, your Mum and I have been talking. You’re a young woman now, and we’ve taught you how to live, how to behave. There will be no more spa...kings.”“Dad...”“No, darling. You’re old enough to discipline yourself.”I sighed sadly. “Okay, Dad.”We had a counsellor at school – it was a progressive school, I suppose. But she was good. A friend of mine – you know how it is? We were talking. “You should talk to Missus Shaw,” my friend told me. “Remember when I was having that bust-up with Chip? She. It was all I could do to keep from going in there and cramming my dick into her pussy but I held off. That memory is frozen in my mind. She was picking stuff up off the floor which caused her smooth ass cheeks to be stretched taut as she bent over. This caused them to separate slightly, exposing her wonderful pussy and delicious looking butt hole. My mouth actually watered a little as I gazed upon her charms! I felt as if I could actually smell her warm, musky aroma! I wanted to taste her ass. I glanced at her, feeling a twinge of sorrow at the emptiness I read in her eyes. Then I swallowed hard, summoning up my courage as best I could. Well, here goes nothing, I thought as I turned to her."Mom, I was thinking about Dad, remembering how strict he could be sometimes. And I sort of, well, have a question about that. Did he ever ... punish you?" I asked.My mother's face had gone slightly pale. She gazed at me for a long moment. Then, looking away, she quietly replied, "Yes. He used to. She seemed to walk for an age before coming to a stop in the deepest, darkest shadows. As soon as he joined her, she pushed him back against a wall, dropped to her knees and began to unzip his fly. She didn't care about the grazes on her knees, she'd gotten used to that in time. She slipped one long fingered hand inside and gripped his already hard cock. She smiled inwardly. She liked it when the punters were ready for action, she hated to work at it for them. Pulling it from the warmth into.