The running shorts didn’t completely cover her tiny bottom, but the same thing could have been said about every team member while they stretched. Th... public spanking was a little out of the ordinary, but not so much as to seem “strange”. Plenty of runners from both teams had been spanked at one time or another by their coach.Despite this knowledge, Christine was certain that plenty of boys would be rubbing their cocks tonight to the memory of her spanking. She could feel a wetness growing. Bucephalus was quicking closing the gap between them and the fence and Tristan hoped to God that the horse would know when to jump. With only a few meters between the himself and the horse, Bucephalus sprang up, clearing the four foot high fence, and landing outside of Reginald's land.Tristan looked back and saw the estate where he had lived for the past two years. Atop rolling hills, was the stable, a large barn, and Reginald's mansion. Tristan hoped he would never see it again.He rode for. "Goddamn bitch! She's got the nature to go with Soldier!" Then, as if a light had come on, she whispered, "I will! I'll fix her wagon! Before we get away from Pulsegate, I'll fix it so Soldier gets a piece of her ass!"The dog appeared to be in no mood for another fucking when she finished in the surf. He lay in a dispirited heap, gingerly licking his cock while it slowly continued to shrink. Myra's teeth were chattering and she was shivering violently, chilled by the water. She strode toward. John first strolled over to the pink haired girl on the stump and with a kick to her ribs knocked her down to the ground before releasing the redhead, who crumpled into a ball on the ground between the trees. John dragged the girl over to the stump, reached down, sunk his fingers into her breasts and lifted her up to her feet before slamming her back down on the stump. He pushed her back until the top's of her ass checks where touching the edge of the stump and her body dangled down to the.