She just spanked on as I started to squirm, and kick my feet a little. Owen wrestled to escape the relentless torrent of increasing pain that had set his buttocks ablaze. I ended up being spanked by the pair of them as they watched TV in the living room. She became agitated, and a little tearful again. She had grown a bit plump over these last years, taking on a sort of grandmotherly appearance. Without speaking, he poured me a cup of coffee. She sees where your eyes keep going.
Then she brought the big wooden brush down with a mighty crack right onto the tenderest flesh where my thighs and bottom meet and curve inward. Her mother's lecture was beginning to sink in. With my panties still binding my ankles, my legs went in and out like a slapstick actor portraying a drunk as I tried to get and keep my balance. I shuddered as I saw Lynn over my shoulder as she approached the side of the bed, hairbrush in hand.
I got a tingle between my legs just thinking about it. You can get up. Your recommendations are important and will count even if the story has already achieved a reader recommended status. Holly must have come back into the room once the spanking stopped. Three days later it happened. She sat there for a minute, holding me tight across her lap, gently rubbing and patting my bottom. Aunt Peggy made us dinner.