She sighed. "I guess you shouldn’t carry me." "Probably not. I'm only cleared for light exercise." He gave her a rueful smile and she was stunned in...o silence for a minute. "Oh, you think you're so funny." Ryan moved scowled, fighting not to laugh after Brody started. "I think I'll skip the surprise I had planned for you." She crossed her arms in front of her. "No, no, don't do that." Brody stopped laughing and pulled her back to him. "Come on," he coaxed as she resisted. "I was kidding, you. Just like her son, though a while earlier, she had woken up and noticed the wonderful weather, and knowing Mark would be anxious to try his new bike, she had thought it was an great idea to take him for a bike ride this morning, bringing breakfast with them. She was dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans, Helen really enjoy the looks she got from her son. She wasn’t just imagining it, was she? After all, wasn’t he still a bit too young at forteen to have any sort of sexual interest in girls? Not. Dan got a serious look on his face and asked “do you want to go back to your place?” Ginger answered “no”. Do you want to go in and take a shower? No. Do you want to just stay up and talk? No. Dan’s smile returned as he crossed the room; first holding out his hand to help her stand he then opened the curtains, turned down the room lights and asked Ginger to look at the window. Standing right behind her he asked her to look not outside but at her image in the glass. He told her he wanted. I stood in front of Ruth who was looking me up and down, I could feel her eyes on my breasts, and as she looked downwards they stopped at my pussy. She walked around me and patted my bottom, saying, “Nicely red Amanda,” then adding, “But brighter red is better I think.” I groaned I knew she meant more punishment. “That’s right girl, you need to be spanked some more.” I heard her hand pulled back and smacked down hard on my bottom. She meant it. I looked down and saw a horse whip in her hand. It.