Smack!Smack!“By the way, these walls are sound proof.”Smack! Gay sex And so, not only because of his permission to- but also from my surprise of the durability of President Johnston’s dexterity, I slowly began to cry. I do apologize for my ‘dad part’ coming out like this. But the President? His arm wrapping me was iron tight, and I almost cried as he showed no indication of slowing down his smacks. Which I doubted. Intuition in this country has gone through the roof.”Surprisingly, he responded with a chuckle which creased his handsome face. Why do they always wear those?I sauntered forward, second guessing on whether or not to stuff my hands inside the blue jean pockets out of sheer nervousness. Smack!“You’re allowed to cry, son.”Smack! I grabbed onto the President’s well-formed calf through his corduroy jeans as the burning sensation increased in my cheeks. “I-”President Johnston hauled me across his lap before I could blubber out my nearly formed apology.“Your attitude is out of line, young man.” He finished his statement and rested the palm of an open hand over my bare, upright bottom. President, I’m so sorry. How long have I been a ‘spanking boy’?Laws regarding sex work were literally changed right before President Johnston got into office, making what I did
