It was now a time honoured practice. I generally put him across my lap, bare bottom, well naked actually, and spanked him with my hand for at least fi...teen minutes. Even I was surprised how long I could spank Dave’s bare bottom without stopping. Afterwards I used a hairbrush, which even I admit is a wicked looking wooden backed oval hairbrush. I never used it to brush my hair; just to spank Dave’s bottom. It made a delicious slapping sound as it thrashed down on his bare bottom, sending his. Maybe it was the music that made him turn and look, not even sure why it matters, not even sure to this day if what he thinks he saw was really what he saw. The cemetery was dark, the one street lamp casting a dim yellow glow across the headstones. The movement caught his sight, he rubbed his eyes, thinking in his drunken state he had hit the jackpot, two people fucking in the cemetery, maybe not a bad night after all. But as his eyes became accustom to the darkness, something did not seem. Standing behind me again, I felt her put something around my neck. It wasn't tight, but it had tiny points in it that itched against my skin."Ouch...what the fuck is that?" Relax...it's just a restraining collar, and if you don't strain at it, it won't stick you. Now just do as you're told and you won't get hurt." Coming round to face me, Sonja hooked a short leash onto the collar. It fell to just below my knees."Wow, pretty kinky stuff. I think I like this new you." Thanks, but you may want to. Socially, I knew I could now count only on myself.I wasn't mad at Karen, but I didn"t blame Denise for being angry with her. Denise deserved to be angry with me also. I had been a part of that conversation too. I should have said something to Karen, to get her to stop talking, a lot earlier than I had. I think I was too busy thinking about my own possible pleasures with both Denise and Karen, to bother with thinking about how far her words were being broadcast to the students sitting around us..