“Bring that naughty bottom over here.” He motioned over his outstretched legs. We heard a car door slam, so I quickly crawled over his legs, stayi...g on all fours though, so I could easily jump up for the door.He didn’t hesitate or hold back. SMACK. He brought his hand down full force on my right butt cheek. The crack rang out loudly and the impact radiated deeply, and he didn’t stop. He struck the same spot again and again with firm stinging swats. I briefly thought of the delivery person,. An idea occurred to him-- if he could raise her, slightly, the rest of him would probably slide by. It was a dreadful impertinence to touch her, but scarcely worse than the alternative, which was to be stuck with her all the way to Schmertzylvania. What the hell, he thought, and he grabbed her under each armpit and tried to hoist her upward.She shrieked in horror, and seemed ready to faint, but at the same time the practical side of her seemed to sense that he had hit upon the only solution,. Matted greasy looking hair. Her eyes look insane, as she stares at me. How can a human being sink so low?Her head is low, turned sideways, one cheek resting on the backs of her hands. Her hands flattened, pressing the ground. Her elbows are tucked tight against her gaunt ribs. Scabby knees tucked under her, almost touch her elbows. Her still shapely ass is elevated in the air. Her labia, seen from ¾ rear, are puffy and swollen, like a bitch in heat. Sally lifts a hand to dig and scratch at her. He was majoring in Business, while I stayed around this town doing odd jobs to bring in some money. I could fix most anything, be it cars, washing machines, lawnmowers. Word got around that I was capable and fair with what I charged, and I had plenty of people calling asking me to do repair work. I also worked as a bouncer at a redneck bar when the owner needed extra muscle, on weekends or for a big event. I made enough to keep the lights on at home, but every day I thanked my dead grandparents.