Sure, he was such a figment of the imagination, but his mere specter was enough, the mere concept of the man, could keep her at a feverish pitch.Whenc... came such feelings? From what pool of passion could such endless desires spring? From an overactive clit, a veritable unconscious filled with latent incestuous desires or a sense of impending doom which dictates epicurean delight, before the deluge, like some antediluvian impulse to self- preservation?It mattered not, and such thoughts did not. He studied her pleasantly shaped backside for a few moments, and then started spanking her with the paddle. He started gently at first, gauging her desire for a more serious punishment. She kept her bottom in position as the scent of her arousal assaulted his senses. He struck harder and harder, as the satisfying CRACK! ... CRACK! ... CRACK! ... of the paddle filled the room.That was the beginning of their relationship. For several years they navigated their awkward situation, fulfilling their. " He then placed his hand down on his thigh just near his cock. Mitchell's gaze followed the movement of the hand and stared again for several seconds and thought that he had seen a twitch in the thick cock which was on display. The pretty, reddish blonde hair boy then replied "Yes, I think that you do have something of interest" and the tip of his tongue brushed his soft round red lips. Mitchell was both nervous and excited as the scene play out as he had never been with another boy, he had. I’d been surprised that I hadn’t gotten a concussion myself.“I called your office yesterday and told them you were in the hospital. They said to call when you’re feeling up to it and they’d talk to you then. I also called off work yesterday and today. I wanted to be here when you woke up so we could talk about what happened. I’m so sorry, Baby,” she said. “I had no idea that this would hit you this hard. I pushed too and that didn’t help. I know I screwed it up, but can we please talk about it.