"Phillip, it is time we have a talk."With a leery look on his face, Phillip's eyes darted from one classmate to the next and then twice behind him, "T...lk about what?" You and the issues we think you are having." As Teresa spoke, she clasped her hands in front of her pelvis, Rachael stood sideways behind her looking mostly at the ground, Illyana and Sally sat down against a tree off to the left of their leader while Stacy sat and leaned against another tree on the right."Issues? Here? Now? What. Her belly pouted out around a large, recessed navel poised just an inch or two above a narrow band of hair that dropped like a brown waterfall spilling on either side of the slit so plainly portrayed in front of me. I licked my lips ... actually licked my lips.Mom looked down and smiled at me. She walked to the sink, deposited the glass, and regarded me with an even larger smile. I looked at Dad’s plate and saucer on the table and then swung back to her, waiting for the leisurely walk to begin.. "Whatever", I counter eloquently. "I'll hit you thirty times, all right? But it only counts if you count each hit out loud. You know, one, two, three and so on. If you don't count I'll just hit you again. Okay?"I choose to interpret her eye rolling as agreement and begin. Swinging the belt with only moderate strength, I deliver a rather soft blow to her ass. She does not react. Hm. I wait a couple of seconds, but still no reaction. Maybe she forgot to count? Oh well, she will remember soon. Christmas was almost here and she was struggling to get gifts. When you’re sixteen and there are no job prospects and your family is poor, that makes it real tough.She’d made three trips down to the truck stop and made enough money giving blowjobs to buy gifts for her father and her boyfriend, the two most important men in her life. Her mom was long gone so that made it a little easier. She’d walked to Walmart and picked out a couple of pocketknives that looked real good. She knew that guys.