-One month later, George and I were on speaking terms but he wouldn’t talk about that night. He assured me that he did love me though, and I believe... him. I definitely did love him.- It was Christmas Eve. We always spent Christmas Eve with my Mom’s mom’s side of the family, and Christmas day at her dad’s. We were all in the large living room, watching whatever was on at the moment, talking about our lives, and eating some appetizers. I had sat next to George and he kept nonchalantly touching my. She tore a hole in the crotch to get at my asshole. One finger, then two, then three, and I was nearly in a sex induced c***. Fingers in the ass and a tongue on the cock; does it get better that that?! YES!!!She produced, out of nowhere, a 10" vibrator and up it went!!!! (I always wondered where she kept it?). She hit the power and I was off to the races. My ass slammed up and down as my I blew my load hard! Trapped in the nylon, my cum shot through the weave like a water stream from a garden. “Stressful day at work?” he asks. I nod and put my hands on his chest as I lean in for a kiss, standing on my tippy toes. “I’ll help you destress better than the wine, darling,” he says. Desire courses through my veins as he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. I follow. As we get to the bedroom, he unbuttons my shirt and takes it off. He unzips my skirt and leaves me standing there in a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra. He stands there looking at for a whole minute. Then he. I got my answer in the form of a stinging painful swat on my ass that brought tears to my eyes with only one swat of the dreaded paddle he continued to spank my ass with stinging pain inducing swat after swat I was sure my butt cheeks were bleeding I know I kicked and screamed and pleaded with him to please stop. I told him really George honest it’s ok I’ll take on Mr. Pringles just for gods sake stop spanking me with that paddle. I told him I’m serious about this George I mean it. One more.