As I kissed Rachel’s neck I lowered her onto my bed again. I laid her on her back, with her legs resting on my shoulders, missionary style. I figure... this would be the most comfortable position for her as I popped her cherry. “Before we start,” I said, kissing one of her breasts, “I want to know—this is kind of a stupid question, since you’re just thirteen—are you on any kind of birth control?” Rachel nodded. “Mom thought I needed birth control early in my life, because she was sure I’d get in. Shadows. Mouse. I remembered that the mouse had whispered something inmy ear, but I couldn't quite remember what, and the harder I tried torecall, the farther away the dream became.My mother told me once that memories "are like a feral animal. Theharder you try to force one into submission, the harder it pulls away." But," she told me, "if you act like you aren't interested, and justrelax, very often it will come to you of its own accord." I sat down ather desk, with the box in front of me, and. I asked “What is that smell?” flashing my million dollar smile looking at Chad. Then out of nowhere this smooth deep voice I didn’t recognize appeared from the stairwell I was near, “I just walked by, is it me?” This man, a tall light-skinned black man, who I have never seen before then innocently reached his wrist out too me for a whiff. I smelled it and said “no.”, it was, he then asked “are you sure?” leaning in for me to smell his neck. I again said “no, I don’t know what it is, but it. Let him have this... submit...pain is good, submit... submit... you belong to Him... submit...whatever He wants He can have... submit... I find myself drifting, relaxing into the spanking and i start to relish and look forward the next burst of pain. Then it stops. I don't know how long it lasted, but it was over. He was rubbing my bare red bottom. Soothing it with his hands cooing at me "that's a good girl, you are such a good girl for Daddy. You make Daddy so happy, baby." Then he dips His.