Our Mam was waiting, "What you been doing our John because this coach been round." Coach, in our street, how'd it get past bollards?" I asked."Not tha... sort of coach!" Dad said."Oh, well I hope someone got the horse shit for their rhubarb," I replied."Oh give me strength," Dad said, "Not a fifty four seater Bedford Duple, not a coach and horses a bloody athletics coach!" Right," I says."Only want's to sign you up as an Athlete!" Dad says."Right," I says, "What's in it for me?" Gold medals lad!". "I hate it when you're this whiny! You never learn." He gruffly says as he pulls up my dress, yanks down my panties, and starts spanking me. Hard. "Ow. Okay, we won't get it! Please, don't! Stop!" I yell like a spoiled brat and try to wriggle out of his grasp and whimper which only makes him hold me tighter and spank me harder. He holds my head down by my hair with one hand, and is spanking me the other. I continue to wriggle around but he only uses it as an opportunity to spank my bare pussy. “Ok, how about this, can we have a last few pictures of me standing in the doorway, holding my bra in one hand, and thong in the other, looking back like the others?” she asked.“Sure we can, that sounds great!” Pete replied.He turned around, not wanting it to seem like he was trying to sneak a look at Hayley as she picked her bra and thong up and moved past him into the doorway, holding her bra in her right hand and thong in her left.The beep of the camera indicated Pete had just taken a. '-----------------------------------------------------------------------A few hours before the party was to start, George walked up his sister-in-law's stoop with a bag in his hand. He knocked upon the door andwaited for Debbie to open it.Debbie strolled towards the door and drew it open. Her eyes widened asshe gave George's outfit a dirty look."What's wrong?" George asked while he stepped inside with one hand inthe pocket of his jacket."You're a little too old for the little thug outfit,".