I got to put this one down,” he said as he pulled his daddy’s Winchester from the saddle boot.“Wait, Little Eli. Let me rub his neck and pat him...before we put him down,” Ezra said as he jumped to the ground.Little Eli joined them as they stepped off their horses and patted the crippled Paint on his neck, then they stepped back as Little Eli raised his rifle.He’d seen his daddy do this, but it took all he could muster to look into this horse’s eyes and pull the trigger. The rifle shot broke the. Oddly, though everybody was watching, nobody seemed to think it was at all unusual. A couple of the teenagers at one table giggled a little, till their father said, “That’s what ought to happen to boys who whine!” “Oww! Wow Ouch!”Of course, I didn’t hear too many of the remarks, because the pain of “A”’s palm on my naked cheeks was so intense, and my embarrassment so great, I could hardly do anything but squirm around like crazy, trying to avoid those angry slaps.“I’ve had just about enough out. I would not dare try to cover myself and anger Daddy even more. He handed him the money and thanked him.He walked out as he looked back the entire time. Daddy let him in on purpose to embarrass me. He closed the door and sat down with the pizza. He ate and drank his beer. Daddy always waited at least an hour before he began my punishment so he’d have time to calm down and think about what I deserve. After he finished he got up and walked into the bedroom. Daddy’d gone for about ten minutes. Allpart of our wicked plan."Brad, I can't really stroke you probably with these scratchy clotheson you. I'll just move them out of the way," I said. I slowly peeledoff his Y-fronts. This was always going to be tricky so Wendy helped."Brad, stay exactly where you are so Clair can continue, otherwisewe'll stop and you'll have to go home. Do you want to go home rightnow? Or stay here and let Clair stroke you? We love admiring yourbeautiful body. You're such a good sport to put up with us silly.