Mommies got sooo tired from swatting their little sissiesbutts and disciplining them wasted sooo much of their time. Now all amommy has to do is pull ...own her sissies panties, strap her over thediscipline bench and turn on the rotating paddles. She can even set thecontrols for how many strokes and to alternate cheeks, like a hand orhairbrush spanking, or both at the same time for a real strapping. I'llbet you remember how your little cheeks got pinky, then rosy red andhow you cried when the. I realize that my heart is pounding quite rapidly and Pat’s heart wasn’t far behind. Slowly his hands begin to travel down my spine, causing a wave of pleasure to race through my body. My breath quickens as he slid his hand up inside my shirt and touched my bare flesh for the first time. I looked up at him and gave an almost imperceptible nod, the look that gives him my encouragement. He’s not much taller than me, only by a couple of inches, and he smiles anew as we gaze into each other’s eyes.. At least I noticed, and sometimes that was more than enough to feed my fantasies. It did take a while for my erection to deflate before we could go to the front desk to check out. I never could watch her walk across a room full of men with her breasts dancing under her blouse without getting hard for her.There was a chill in the air when we stepped outside. They had put up a wide, green awning over the main entrance of the Excelsior. The old red-and-white tower of a sign on the roof was gone. ”“When did you do this?” asked Ed.“While you were away at the Druid College,” answered Walt. Pocketing the control, he added, “We wanted to be able to lock up and leave on a moment’s notice if you needed us.”“Ahh,” replied Ed not knowing how to respond.As was commonly the case for Ed, the walk down the street took more than a half an hour even though he could have covered the distance in five minutes. Their progress was frequently halted when neighbors came out to chat. The chats included all.