Jones replied that he did not think of me as a bad girl just that I need some good old fashioned discipline to make me more responsible. He continued ...y saying that he would be willing to help with this if my mom thought it would be of benefit. What my mom said next just floored me because she asked him how he would go about “spanking” me. “SPANKING”, the word just screamed in my mind, is that what she had been alluding to all this time, why on earth would I deserve to be spanked. My ears were. After dinner, I ask Jennifer if she would like to dance. She said she would love to so I put on some music, took Jennifer by the hand, and led her to the middle of the cabin. As I wrapped my arms around her, I pulled her close to me as we started to sway to the music. Holding her close to me, feeling her body pressed against mine was was enough to make my knees weak. As we danced, I stared deep into Jennifer’s soft green eyes. She had the kind of eyes that you could spend a lifetime getting. Then I noticed that he was only rubbing my pussy. I then noticed a strange hard pressure under my body. My dad was getting hard! I had never seen this before, didn't even know that it happened to men, much less felt it! By this time, all dads friends just watched in stunned drunken silence. I was pretty stunned myself. But the thing that stunned me most was how great it felt. Dad was still rubbing & I could feel myself getting wet. Then one of dads fingers slid between my lips. He slid his. With a quick tutorial, my hosts soon had all the meat on similar, quickly fabricated spits they were slowly turning the simmering fowl. The Queen and I returned to our preselected seats and held hands as we watched the festivities. Savory highly intoxicating drinks were liberally served. Several girls sang a strange harmonious ballad while the others danced around the campfire gleefully. Downing several passion fruits, I leaned back to savor the gentle high and the happiness surrounding me..