‘You’re a bastard!’ Callia shouted as Patrick grabbed one of her arms and secured it over her head. ‘Yeah, I know. Mama never told me who my d...ddy was,’ Patrick drawled in a lazy voice. He pulled a large vibrator out of a drawer from the black desk in the corner, shoved it roughly inside Callia’s dry as sandpaper pussy. She cried out from the pain and squeezed her eyes shut as Patrick reached between her legs and turned the vibrator on full. ‘By morning, you’re going to be so horny that I won’t. I want you to know that I know it too. Don't worry how I react. If I react poorly, I deserve a good spanking."I hate to say it but she read my mind.I said, "You're right honey, let's get this over with and have some fun."Take off your clothes."She was naked in a flash. I sat in a padded straight back chair. I pulled her between my knees and had her over my leg. I clamped my other leg over her thighs pinning her legs. I then said, "Are you ready?" No, but that's the way it should be, go to it!". I'd been a boy and I'd been good at it and I had enjoyedit. So why was I doing this to myself?Someone hit the rewind button on my brain and I saw my self as a littleboy of 5 or 6, sitting on my mother's bed and watching her smoke as sheput on her make-up. Was my little penis hard? I think it was, but Ididn't know why.The scene changed and I was still a young boy but I had done somethingwrong. Mom and I were back in her bedroom and I was leaned over her lapwith my naked ass exposed. I saw. I strip down to my underwear and tell him that we’re going to play a little game. I unzip his trousers, letting his cock out. I sit on the edge of the seat, gently touching his cock and tell him that as I try on each of the outfits we will see how hard he gets. Whichever outfit gets him hardest is the one we will get for our weekend away.Hanging along the wall is the red babydoll & French frilly knickers, the maid outfit with g-string, the pink & black basque with crotchless knickers and the.