Pulling me up by his hair she forced me over the vanity bench, flipped upthe skirt and crinolines exposing the bare flesh of my upper thighs andbutt. ...The hairbrush rained down in a relentless torrent of well aimedhard swats. She started at my upper thighs and worked her way up to my exposed bottomcheeks. I was reeling in pain and didn't know how long I was beaten butit seemed like eternity. I was barely conscious as she pulled me off thevanity bench and let me fall to the floor. Mildred. Whiskey Johns would not spend $15 to have a goatskin tanned, so he'd ordered Graydon to toss the hides away. Graydon carefully cleaned and saved the hides from the wethers he butchered each fall. His stepfather decided to trash them rather than fool with them. It was a senseless waste, so Graydon gave them to his friend Ken who sent them out to a tannery. Good leather was valuable; prime goatskin was especially so. Ken had grown fond of the boy, now a young man; he arranged for a woman in the. I received an email from someone from work who recognised me from my voice, OH! FUCK, I didn't think about that, he studied the pics and vids to make sure he'd got his man then mailed me. He worked in the warehouse his name was greg I'd not really had a lot to do with him, he was one of the younger crew at work,they have a clique of their own the middle 20's lot, all testosterone and bullshit, A Good Looking Lad Well Built and Looked Like He Could Handle Himself. The first thing I did was. I love to feel them. He then said to Sharon, Move over her to her feet. I listened to her footsteps, as she walked across the hardwood floor. When she stopped, he said, Take her ankles and spread her legs as wide as they will go. When she grabbed my ankles I felt fear. He told her. Hold them open, until I tell you to let go. He started the spanking again. He was hitting me harder. It was getting more and more painful, but I wanted it. Before each swat my heart would race. The stinging feeling.