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| He liked to tell me that I was bad and spank me on the ass. He started out nice enough, but as the summer went on, he would beat me harder and harder, eventually with a switch. I don't know why, but when he would hit me, sometimes I would think of my father and it excited me. I know it sounds strange, but I came again and again as he whacked my ass. I was like a puppy dog when he was around, and he was my master. Sometimes I would be bad, just so that he would punish me. |
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