I spanked her firmly, steadily building spank on spank causing her to wriggle and draw breath through her teeth. For me there is an intimacy when deli...ering a hand spanking which can never be achieved where an implement is used and as I continued to spank Lucy the contact between her body and mine was a gauge to her anguish. I could not be sure how many times my hand had met with her behind, but perhaps I had misjudged the opacity of her tights, experience told me that Lucy’s bottom should be. “A thoughtful look came over President Coolidge’s face and he stroked his chin.” John mimed his impression of the President thinking.“After a few seconds of thinking, the President then asked the attendant, ‘Same hen every time?’ The attendant replied, 'Oh, no, Mr. President, a different hen every time'."Smiles and laughter circled the room. The punch line was coming. It was palpable."'Please tell that to Mrs. Coolidge.'"Laughter circled the room. A few red bandanas were waved in the air.John. He fancied he heard the sound of a piece of furniture being removed. "Heloise!" he repeated."Who is there?" answered the voice of her he sought. He thought that voice more feeble than usual."Open the door!" cried Villefort. "Open; it is I." But notwithstanding this request, notwithstanding the tone of anguish in which it was uttered, the door remained closed. Villefort burst it open with a violent blow. At the entrance of the room which led to her boudoir, Madame de Villefort was standing. Sandra was swaying on her feet as the head under her gown moved back and forth. Soon though, her legs began to give out. She moved back several inches and sat on the bed. When she did, the boy's head came out from under her dress. He was smiling at the excited woman. On his cheeks and lips was the evidence of what he had been doing. "Eat me," Sandra gasped and she reached down and pulled her dress above her hips to reveal that she wasn't wearing panties. A second later she grabbed the boy's.