..." I was on the verge of tears. He placed his palm on my bottom, and began running it in figure-8s. "No, Mother the fact that you can't handle mon...y likely means that you have a hard time with math. Well, we're going to teach you a little lesson in math. As I proceed to spank you, you will count each time I strike you." "What! Marcus! Stop this, you do not spank your Mother! You do not!" He lifted his hand and came down hard, he's a strong boy, and I felt the sting of his bare hand.. The sharp jolt of having your head snatched back by your ponytail causes you to spit your coffee all down your cleavage, the burning sensation is intense! Your brain is struggling to comprehend what is happening when a strong arm comes around your waist and lifts your flailing legs clean off the floor. "looks like I am going to have to teach you a few manners, bitch" is whispered into your ear. You start to shout; I seize the first thing that comes to hand, the unwashed knickers casually tossed. I could feel my heart thumping in my ears. My face must have been as red as an apple. Ed just kept smirking until he finally nodded and said, “Careful, son, you’ll get him going.” “What if I wouldn’t mind that?” I asked in a quiet voice.His cock jumped, growing down along his thigh, as he answered, “Then you better get on your knees.” I laughed. He didn’t. “You poked the bear, son. Only fair he gets to poke you back,” he said, shifting to pop his wrist-thick whopper out through the fly of his. "Thank you, I expect I'll be fine." When we're read, sir, I'll accompany you to the chamber." She withdrew, closing the door behind her.He drew a beer and wandered over to the video screen. The view was from the second story of a building in a small town. People were walking around, some clearly shopping, others going about some unnamed business. The weather seemed fair; people were in shirtsleeves.He settled back on one of the couches to watch, nursing his beer. He'd read that your physical.