underwhere's 4th assignment

[underwhere]

Jessica opened the door to her son's room. Her eyes scanned from floor to ceiling, of which she couldn't actually see the floor since it was covered from end to end with papers, dirty clothes, and various knickknacks. She was seething. She wasn't sure how much more teenage angst she could take from Mark. It was bad enough that he didn't seem to listen to anything she said. Just that morning, for the umpteenth time, she had reminded him of the necessity of keeping his room clean. He promised her that he would take care of it before going out with his friends that night, and like all of the previous occasions when he made such promises, this one had also been broken.

Well, if Mark can't do it himself, I'm going to have to do it for him. She began by picking up the dirty clothes from the floor and putting them in the hamper. Why did I bother to get him a hamper if he never uses it?

When she finished that task, which she noticed took her less than one minute, she took her second look around the room, this one with a more critical eye now that it didn't seem quite so cluttered. Sure, it was still a mess, but it didn't look quite so bad now.

Her eyes spotted a pad of paper on Mark's bed. It was open to a page about half way through the pad. Even though she knew she shouldn't read it, curiosity got the better of her. Sitting down on his bed, she began reading what was clearly her son's handwriting in blue ink pen. She flipped back a few pages to the beginning of the most recent entry.

Dear Diary,
I've been writing to you for a few months now, and I still feel silly every time I do. After all, boys don't write in diaries. Thats what girls do.

It's not like anybody is ever going to read this anyway. My therapist told me it would be a good way for me to get my thoughts and emotions out in a more constructive way, but I really don't think it's helping me. Dad hasn't come back, after all. I know he treated Mom like shit and all, and sometimes he hit me pretty bad too, but I still miss him.

Jessica closed her eyes for a minute deep in thought. She had been so focussed on merely surviving that horrific situation with her ex-husband David that she had completely failed to notice that Mark needed help too. When did he start going to therapy? What was he really up to these days? Did he really still miss David?

Dad probably wouldn't be the best person for me to get advice from on dating and girls, but I still feel like I need some help there. Frankly, I'm afraid to even bring this up with my therapist.

Yesterday, while I was sitting on a bench at the park, this girl named Susan came up to me. I think she is about fourteen years old. She was wearing a pink dress which made her look really beautiful. I'd seen her around school before, but, well, I'm one of those "nice" guys, and nobody ever seems to like "nice" guys these days, especially not girls, but she started talking to me about her mother anyway. I guess we have a lot in common, maybe more than either one of us would like to admit.

What on earth was Mark writing about? What did they have in common? Jessica had far more questions than answers so far.

Diary, it didn't take long for us to share our situations with each other. I've told you many times about how Dad hit me. Sometimes, I probably deserved it, but sometimes, he was just so angry and drunk that I didn't think I could do anything to stop him, so I let him hit me because I wasn't able to think quick enough to get out of the way. Every time he hit me, whether it was a slap on my face or a spanking on my bare ass, I hated him for it, but at least when I knew I had deserved it, I could forgive him for it. It was the times when he would just beat me for no good reason, and for which I received the most severe bruises, that I hated him, and that seemed to be more often than not.

Jessica couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Why couldn't I see that happening? Why didn't I do more to try to protect Mark?

Jessica was scared of David too, and for much the same reasons. That's what caused her to eventually call the cops on him and got him carted off to prison on domestic assault charges. She suddenly wished she had done so a lot sooner.

Well, I told Susan about this and she started telling me about her mother. Diary, all I can say is that I wish my father had half the heart Susan's mother had. Susan told me that she had received a blistering spanking earlier in the week that she thought was really unfair, but when she told me she received the spanking for cheating on a test, I had little sympathy for her. I still wanted to be friends with her, but I wanted her to know that honesty always came before friendship. She was upset, but I think she understood.

Jessica was proud of Mark for being such a good teacher, but what she read next really startled her.

I told her that for lying, I thought she deserved a second punishment from me, a bare bottom spanking. Diary, when I told her this, I will admit that I suddenly got quite a hard-on myself. I don't know if she noticed.

Jessica blushed. She never thought of Mark as a sexual being. Come to think of it, she never really thought of Mark as anything other than wanting to cause a lot of trouble, but here he was trying to help somebody else out.

I took Susan to a more private part of the park. There was a bench there too, but nobody ever seemed to go over there. It was just the two of us.

She lied down across my lap. I lifted up her dress, which I'm fairly sure embarrassed her. I then pulled down her panties, exposing her bottom to my view which probably embarrassed her even more. I raised my hand and began spanking her--very very lightly. She giggled.

My son is such a tease! Jessica couldn't help but laugh.

I must have spanked her like that for five minutes, both of us enjoying every second of it. As I was spanking her, she was wiggling her body, which did nothing at all to get rid of my hard-on. If anything, it probably got harder. At some point, she must have noticed this because she asked if she could do something about it for me. I had no idea what she had in mind, but I was willing to let her. We'd shared so much already, so why not just a little more.

She got up off of my lap, pulling her panties up while giving me a great view of her. When she sat down on the bench next to me, she told me to sit in her lap and close my eyes. I felt my pants button come undone and heard my zipper being unzipped. Then I felt her very soft hands reach into my underpants and begin to rub my penis.

While reading this, Jessica couldn't help but reach her hands into the front of her panties. As she began to vigorously pleasure herself, she continued reading.

Diary, I've jerked off before, but this was nothing like that. Her hands, her touch, her smell....this was completely different. In just a minute or two, she had rubbed my penis silly and caused me to pee white liquid all over her hands. I was out of breath. When I could finally see straight again, she said to me that that was something she had always wanted to do. I asked her if she would do that to me again sometime, and she said yes, but only if I would spank her like I just had. She said she really liked it when I spanked her. She said it was nothing like receiving a spanking from her mother.

It looks like my son has a budding relationship. Jessica couldn't have been more pleased to discover that. It was about time her son took on an interest in girls.

Diary, I was still curious though. I mean, I'd never ever touched a girl like that before, and I wanted to know what it felt like, both to touch a girl and to watch her respond to being touched knowing that I was the one touching her. When I asked Susan if I could touch her, at first, she got really shy, but when I reminded her that she had just touched me and made me feel so fantastic and that I wanted to return the favor to her, she let me.

My son is so adventurous! She wasn't sure if that was pleasing or scary, but Jessica didn't really care at that moment. She had herself to take care of, and she wanted to read how her son took care of Susan.

I told Susan to sit down on my lap, and when she did, I reached around her grabbing hold of her dress and lifting it up with one hand. My other hand found its way into her panties in the front, and began feeling around her soft skin. At first, I just rubbed her between her legs. I wasn't really sure what else I should do, but then I got an idea, and tried to stick my fingers in between her legs. I continued to rub as I stuck my fingers inside her, and at some point, I felt something get in my way. I wasn't sure what it was, but as I continued to rub it, Susan closed her eyes and started breathing harder. All of a sudden, my hand was drenched with liquid. I could only presume that she must have felt that same high that I had felt when she had rubbed my penis.

I know exactly what Susan felt, because I am feeling the same thing right now! That was the last Jessica could read before orgasm overtook her. It took her several minutes to recover. When she did, she opened her eyes, and saw Mark staring wide-eyed at her in the door frame of his room. It looks like I have a little bit of explaining to do now, don't I?

"Mark, we need to talk."