"It hurt a lot and I promised to be a good girl. How come I have to lie over the sofa?" she whined."You have to lie over the sofa so that I can spank ...ou with the spatula. The handle is too long to get a good swing with you on my lap." But it's not fair that I have to get spanked with the spatula too. I wasn't that naughty!" Naughty girls don't get to decide how they get spanked. Maybe you should have thought about this before you broke the law. Now lean over the damn sofa, NOW!"Adriana pouted. ____ she just didn't know it yet. I could have lestened to her talk for hours. anyhow after about 5mins. her husband came home he was the joe blow type suit tie kiss ass that was a yes boss at work but by god when I get home supper better be on the table and you will do as I say. I hate those assholes they give the rest of us men a bad name.. He says who are you? and she starts to talk he tells her shut up bitch get my food NOW. she ran inside I told him I was lost and as he went inside he says. I was also conscious of a slight trickle of juice coming from my crack and running down the inside of my thigh. Fuck me, I was hot!I ordered a Tom Collins at the bar and sat on the high stool to survey the scene. There were maybe fifty men in the place and I had to pick the right one.Twenty minutes later, and after another Tom Collins, I had had to tell a couple of lecherous guys to take a hike. They had sidled up to my bar stool and produced corny one liners by way of introduction. After a. My mother had four children and two lived to grow up," she told me."Thank you my love. I hope you will bring me at least one girl as beautiful as you are," I said.She smiled and kissed me. "I love you, Ricky."I finally got out of "the hospital". Betsy and Lena drew straws to see which one would try for a baby. Betsy won and was very happy about it.She came in and wanted to make a baby that morning. I was happy to oblige her. Sex with Betsy was dynamite anyway, but this was really good. I filled.