His neck strained and he grunted to himself as sweat broke out on his brow. Watching the dildo slip into her smoothly, hearing the soft buzz as she an...led it against her body and started panting as she pushed it in and out gently but firmly. She groaned, ‘Aaaw! Auh! Shiiiit! Getting close…mmm! Gonna cum!’ The buzzing kicked up as she adjusted the speed. The Dolphin moved faster and her body reacted to it. Her back arched and her mouth hung open in a noiseless shriek her entire form trembled and. Wendy was across my knee panties down round her ankles her ass cheeks glowing red under my heavy hand, I was spanking Wendy’s arse harder and harder and it felt wonderful, I could hear her whimpers and feel her rubbing, yes, rubbing her sex against my rough serge trousers. Even to this day I don’t remember how long it took me to realise Wendy’s whimpers were really moans of excitement and she was enjoying this as much if not more than me Wendy my prim wife wanted to be spanked. My spanking. I was the third child of four. When I was nine, my older brother Charles was 15, my older sister Daphne, 13., and my mother had just given birth to a new baby girl during the same year THIS story takes place. Mother was busy with that new baby most of the time, giving ME plenty of space to escape her scornful eye. The truth is, my mother and I never liked each other.... Sad, but true. I was a tall, skinny, smooth-skinned-- athletic-- very limber, blue-eyed, brown-haired, brat.I'd learned the. Things happened, or didn't happen, or happened and then didn't happen, in accordance with His whim, and His whim at the present (present in a non-time sense, naturally) was for the happening rather than either the non-happening or the unhappening.He would, in the end, be right. It was unavoidable. Unless He wanted to be wrong, in which case He could go that way, but there was rarely a good reason for it.He wandered, as was occasionally His wont, into the theological maze that was actually in.