"Please don't spank me on my bare bottom." I pleaded."If you would have acted better in class, you wouldn't be receiving this spanking." She said. ...Now stay in position."I never would have believed that I would be getting a spanking in an old school setting, when I decided to spend the night in this small town. Then my paddling started again. This time I could really feel it on my exposed bottom. "Your ass is now turning into a nice red color." She said. "Stay in position while I get rid. Wom….lady looked around. ‘That’s not saying a lot, is it? I’m the only one.’ ‘No, I mean it.’ Now he sounded sincere. He was moving in for the kill. ‘You are dazzling.’ ‘Thank you. No, I’m not.’ He was lost. ‘Beg pardon?’ ‘In answer to your question. No, I’m not resident in this city. That’s why I’m sitting in a hotel bar. I’m staying here.’ ‘Well, what d’you know! So am I.’ ‘What a coincidence.’ ‘This is a big lonely town for a fella on his own.’ ‘For a woman, too.’ ‘Yeh.’ He placed his hand. You try to stop me, but I don’t let you, tugging you harder and deeper into the thicket. You stop. “Not here.” I shake my head. I reach the spot I was heading for, an opening in the centre, the rain is still pounding. You hesitate in the treeline.“I want you to fuck me in the rain,” I demand, and your smile is wicked. You look pretty game for anything right now. Glancing about, I’m nervous as I remove my mac standing in front of you completely naked, but no other idiots are going to be out here. Was I born with a libidinous gene inherited from Dad? Did he wantonly abandon a family in China for lust; lust of white women? Was there a threshold he once crossed and searched thereafter to rediscover, like me?How about Mom? Why did the shop owner give her sweets? Did she sway in her little sarong and beguile the shopkeeper? Did she have a come-hither smile when entering the store to buy spam and flirt for a sweet? Did she seek to leave a dysfunctional family like me? Was my libidinousness.