‘That's enough debate,’ I rasped. ‘You know the alternative. It’s your choice Samantha.’I moved Jack's stool into the middle of the room and...smacked the hard leather against my other hand. ‘Strip,’ I said cheerily.Her long nail polished fingers trembled as she began to undo the buttons of her blouse, each one allowing her ample breasts to push further forward inside a very sexy lacy black bra. The blouse slid easily from her shoulders and with a show of arrogance she threw back her long hair. Julie, on the other hand, was concerned that she had got sexually aroused by spanking her son and by seeing his erect penis both before and after the spanking.Julie was at work on her evening shift and Chris decided that he could not resist the urges any more but rather than again putting on his sisters old school uniform he went into his mothers room. He had concluded that the spanking as well as the dressing had turned him on so he had no fear of being caught but in theory he had a few hours. When we all parted ways, this gave me an excuse to walk the parking lot to a Walmart instead of going straight home (we text each other when we get home in case anyone has issues). I went to my car and quickly changed out of my jeans into some thinner pants, so as to make my package really pop if I found something that caught my eye (I've come to find humiliation is such a turnon!) I walked into the store and went straight to the women's section. I was torn between swimwear and lingerie - both. That was the effect I had on other men. I could walk into a room, pick the man I wanted, smile and he would follow me outside. The fact that he didn’t want me made me want him so much more. Back at the beginning I was a naive, young 18 year old. A virgin at 18 doesn’t sound like the sort of life a sexual temptress like me once led does it. The truth was, I was terrified of sex. Afraid I would get it wrong; afraid I would look ridiculous, afraid I would still be a virgin at the age of 40! Yet.