..and why all these years later it still resonates such a deep rooted impulse within me.On the outside I give no clues to my kink I don't wear rubber ...r live in a cage...I don't have memories of a traumatic c***dhood it was annoyingly idyllic.However as a boy I noticed this growing trend the mild excitement on hearing or seeing a pupil thrashed by a teacher or reading my comics depicting spanking in its cartoon form.I never intentionally misbehaved to get walloped it seemed to happen at school. Now all I had on was my crotchless panties and my net stockings. Tim gently pushed me against the edge of the bed and I dropped down on my back with my lags spread. I felt that my ass cheek was lying in a puddle of cold cum but I didn’t say or do anything.Tim stripped out of his costume. He had come to the party commando. I got my first look at his cock since he was nine. It was not quite fully hard. It was beautiful, amazing, spectacular. He was thick like his father and maybe an inch. My sister winked at me as we all went to the table and ate. The whole time Katie just looked at me and smiled. She had the sexiest look on her face the whole time.Once we finished eating I got up and started to clear the table. Malia walked out of the room again. Katie stood up and said, god, if I was 18 I would sooo let you do to me what you wanted! Yeah I asked as I turned around. She looked right at me to make sure I could see her eyes. Then she looked at my bulge and sighed. She bit her. Forever.While walking up to the bar assessing the crowd and commanding the attention of her feminine magnetism, Amanda stopped suddenly. She gasped. ‘Holy shit, who the HELL is that?’ her amorous inner goddess pounced. There before her was this Adonis; tall, dark and devastatingly handsome. He was sitting there on that barstool, studying the color and froth of the rich ambered ale in hand. Her pupils dilated and sex with him had invaded her dirty mind instantly. Without any decorum or.