"Now begin!"Karen Immediately moved to her special corner and the first slap of the paddle hit her on her right cheek, a pink flushed area began to ap...ear; "I said both cheeks!" I reminded her.She spanked her self again, this time making sure she hit across both cheeks; "One, your slut is sorry for offending you master!" she responded."That's better slut" I replied.Karen then administered the twelve slaps as requested counting them out as she did so; her cheeks were now an angry red colour, so. ”He did, and Darlene whimpered. Style released his dick and moved behind him, then her vise-like hands were back on his ass, shoving him forward. Darlene looked back over her shoulder and said, “Ahh, Mom, not so much...it's too much.”“Shh, don't be silly,” Style said and pushed more of him into Darlene. “A slut like you can handle it.”Ms. Style had one hand on his stomach and the other on his ass. He tried to get into a rhythm, but her fingertip poking his anus made his motion jerky. “Fuck that. “Bobby, this is a lot different than just getting turned on by being naughty,” she said, softly.“I know,” I said.She sat there. I had no idea what she was thinking about. Suddenly she spoke.“I saved up my allowance and got something at the triple N.”“Nora’s Naughty Notions?” I asked.“Yes. I think I need to have a lingerie shot in my portfolio, so I got something.”“What is it?” I asked.“Come with me,” she said.I followed her to her bedroom and she went to her dresser. She opened a drawer and got. She wouldn't even let me go home to get my things or tell my horse goodbye. I later found out the accident involved a drunk driver who was a relative of the governor. He never was arrested and I never got to go to my family's funeral. The social worker told me that I was too young! I lost everything that day, the farm, my parents, my friends, everything!"She began crying, loud sobs that tore at her throat. It broke my heart to see the normally exuberant teenager so sad. I opened my arms and she.