Sweet Sixteen
Sweet SixteenBy the time I was approaching my sixteenth birthday, I’d suffered through the last hard paddling by my father, to break me of being a boislut. He’d just about given up when that didn’t change anything. I’d been punished quite a bit; all it did was turn my backside black and blue (sometimes) and make walking and sitting very uncomfortable for a day or two. I guess I figured that anything that bad, (getting my ass beat regularly for) had to be good. It was; I completely enjoyed sex...