..it's my favourite!" Yes, please, Ma'am!" He was waiting for her to explain why he was there: politeness rather than protocol prevented him from aski...g."I'm afraid I've brought you here under false pretences, Mr Simms...may I call you, Stuart?" He nodded to acknowledge her request."Firstly, I wanted to thank you for doing a great job on my computer...it seems to be working better than ever now; and secondly...and this is a bit harder to say...I think you're an attractive and intelligent man,. . but was prevented by her sticky knickers hitting me full in the face as she threw them unerringly. "You dirty bastard" she hissed, "you're gonna clean them up".Her eyes smouldered as she denied my pleading expression while rubbing them over my face, before pushing the gusset into my mouth until it was stuffed full. "Suck 'em clean" she insisted, "I've got a good mind to leave you there like that."I shook my head frantically and tasted her flavour while breathing in the faint aroma of roses. Confidencewas the one thing that Simon lacked above all else. He might have been alittle frail, but there were other men that could take what he had andget a lot more out of it than he did. There was no Napoleon complexhere. Simon felt about as big as he looked.The morning hours went about as good as could be expected. Simonfollowed Casey around the fairgrounds like a zombie. The rides seemedeven more of a blur than they normally were. Simon was barely coherenton the tilt-a-whirl, nearly. Then Joan and I are going to have fun together tonight.I thought it was funny how the teenagers were anticipating the spankings, until Sally asked, “James, Sir, may we watch both the spankings and the sex tonight. We want to see what to expect, understand what it feels like. We have never watched you spank anyone. We also want to watch how you do sex.”“I like to make a punishment a private affair between the person I am spanking and me. Therefore, there are terms to letting you watch. Helen and.