This story is true, written from Carole’s perspective, with some alterations like names and dates. Liberty was taken to combine some experiences so the story would not drag on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this story has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy: When I entered high school, I looked like a tom-boy. I was still small in stature, with short brown hair, brown eyes and glasses. I looked nerdy. I had little A-cup breasts and narrow boy-like hips. It was about that time, however, that I started to develop strange feelings and desires. I didn’t understand the way I was feeling. I was horny all the time, but didn’t really recognize it for what it was. Whenever I was alone, I touched myself. Touching certain places made me tingle, so I touched those places a lot. About two months into my freshman year, I got the courage up to invite a boy over to my house after school. My Dad, who was raising us alone after my mom died, was still at work and both my brothers had sports after school. I thought the boy, who was a year older, knew what he was doing, but he didn’t.We kissed and I got naked. He dropped his pants and, when I reached over and touched his dick, he shot his wad. He was embarrassed and ran out of the house. I was alone and frustrated. I tried a couple more times with other boys, but without any real success. They were all too young and stupid. I finally got a boy over that I thought would be able to scratch my itch, but when we started to kiss and take each other’s clothing off, my Dad came home early. We were too engaged to hear him, but he heard us. Dad came into my room and yelled at the boy, indian who quickly pulled up his pants and ran out of the house with my Dad following. I was still topless and trying to get my pants back on when he came back in. He yelled at me and then grabbed my arm. He sat down on my bed and bent me over his knee. His left arm went across my lower back and held me down. With his right, he pushed my pants down around my knees. With his bare hand he started spanking my naked ass. I started crying from the pain, as he alternated spanking each ass cheek. Eventually, he tired and his hand came to a rest on my naked butt. Out of breath, he said, “What have I told you about having boys over while I’m not home? And what the hell are you doing? You are way too young to start this.” I just wept softly in response. It was then that I felt something strange. With his hand still on my naked ass, he squeezed lightly. I came on him, churning, came on him more, his head hot on my chest as he fucked into me, again, and hit me hard...I came on his thick cock, thinking scenes of the chemist at my waist...except this was more and more like another place...then he slowed and rested on me...waist to waist...cunt hair to cock hair. “She is so intoxicating” he thought. “No, daddy, nothing that can’t wait; I’d really prefer to be with you.” She could still not help to blush deeply, the feeling of the butt plug inside her was so intense at every step she took. As she passed the Halisburg’s tent something caught her attention. He grabbed her crotch. “Ok then, you asked for it.” “I mean, indian that was gonna be in exchange for telling us why you were here at the con… and you didn’t really give us much of an answer, remember?” I shuddered, waiting for her to fuck me hard. She fell limp in his arms semi-conscious and he carried her to the spanking bench putting he face done on the bench resting her knees on the lower leg supports. The man did as he was instructed.