" I was listening but I couldn't help picturing Cheryl stripping off a little nightgown and presenting her developing young asscheeks to her mother or father." I was listening but I couldn't help picturing Cheryl stripping off a little nightgown and presenting her developing young asscheeks to her mother or father. I could feel a definite tightening in the crotch, and crossed my legs to hide the situation. "It was almost as bad when Jimmy was going to get it," Cheryl continued. "There was just as much tension in the air, and when I said good night to Jimmy, I'd know that in a few minutes I'd hear him crying and pleading, and then there would start these terrible alternating sounds as something smacked into his ass, followed by his shriek of pain, and then another smack and another shriek." "The only times I could say I looked forward to it was when we were both going to get it. I'd get taken to Jimmy's room, or he'd be brought to mine, and then we'd both have to strip. One of us would watch while the other got it, and then the other would watch while the first one got it. Once - I remember it very clearly, because it was when I had my first orgasm - we both got it at the same time; my mom had me across her lap and was paddling me with a hairbrush, while my dad had Jimmy over the edge of his bed, blistering his behind with a cane." Cheryl paused and looked at me. Her eyes were shining, and I could see little beads of sweat on her forehead. "I still don't know where you're going," I said. "I'm sorry you had such rotten parents, but I don't see what this has to do with my stories." "It's very simple," she replied. |