Finally, after weeks of carrying it around bottled up inside of her, she confided in her friend Chris…. who, as it turned out, had similar desires. Neither of them, however, had any actual experiences and they made a pact to help each other find out if it was really something they wanted…or just the deceptive mechanisms of young and inquisitive minds.
“And I really did enjoy it,” she concluded. “Until you came in and ruined it for me! Now, every time I think about it, I feel dirty….”
“Well how do you think I feel?!” Nancy retorted. “To come home in the middle of the day and find my daughter over the knee of a strange young man, grinning like a harlot while he smacked her behind?”