When done with his spanking, he would run his hands over my body telling me how he didn’t like to punish me, but I had been a bad boy. I knew what he meant and I knew I’d get hit if I didn’t so I leaned down and kissed his hard dick, getting the goo on my lips. Indian Sex My dad was kind of strange, so it was no surprise when my mom ran off and left us. He pulled back the sheet and said in a voice that meant business, kiss it. He pretended I had been having a bad dream and he took me into his bed and was kissing me and I was kissing him back, like I had been told. After mom left. As he held me and kissed me, his hands were always on my skin somewhere, moving his hands up and down on my body, usually on by spanked bottom. He would spank me, and spank me, but not too hard, often keeping his hand on my buttocks after each slap. After doing this for awhile, he would tell me to stand up, in front of him again, my pants still down to my ankles and my shirt caught up above my waist, and he would
