With a final look in the mirror Sammie was ready for a fuck. Sammies usual haunt for these cock hunting expeditions was certainly busy this Friday nig...t with the usual throng of short skirted girls gyrating and bouncing their tits trying to attract the young studs looking for a weekend quickie. A gaggle of girls whose skirts were so short that they revealed various colours of panties danced round a handbag and were obviously a hen night with the bride on the lookout for a last shag before. . yada ... yada. Once in a while some teen would titillate him with a confession but too often it was like the Smith boy had proclaimed. I have sinned father. I touched myself between my legs every day this week."Having heard this from many of the teenage boys he had a little script prepared in his head. "Masturbation is a normal thing, young man. It's not a sin. You don't need to confess it every week. Now, if for some reason you touch another boy or girl or they touch you down there, then you. . and take the time to explore and observe my most private areas.Even though I am softly crying, from the sting and the humiliation of being punished, I spread my legs slightly for you. You play with me, and then finish the punishment with 6 more slaps to my now reddening buttocks.I slide down, kneel at your feet, and place my head on your lap as you kiss me lightly, and stroke my long black hair... comforting me.It is the best feeling in the world, to have you punish me, and love me.-----As I. Suffice to say, I always saw myself in a league well below Dan.Chapter 2I was in the lunch room one day in November, reading a book, when Dan and a few of his friends came in and sat at the table behind mine. Without taking my eyes off the pages, though remembering to turn the page occasionally, I stopped reading to eavesdrop on his conversation. For a while they talked about work, then football and I was beginning to get bored and considering returning to my book, when the topic changed.