It was like a gym workout, but with cruelly little result.“We didn’t need to lock the cage,” she mused, “I can trap you by just sitting on the...door.”“Going to unlock me?”“No...”Her sadistic side loved the look of hope in his eyes.“Do you like my body?” she asked.“Of course I do!”She could feel her bottom wobbling slightly as she strutted around the cage, but for once she wasn’t embarrassed. For once she could be herself.She climbed on to the cage and was just able to reach and steady herself on. “Some kind of dark magic?”“I was under the impression that you didn’t believe in magic,” she crooned, raising a forelimb and examining her talons in the same way that a human woman might check her fingernails for dirt. “You believe only what your eyes tell you. So what say you now, buckethead? What do your eyes see?”“My enemy,” he replied, trying to put on a stoic front despite the trembling in his hands. He angled his long pike over the top of his tower shield, ensuring that his entire body. Five of the presidential candidates visited Michigan and I even got to meet them. Bill Clinton was there and I found him charming with an animal magnetism that simply lights up a room. It's easy to see how so many women have fallen under his spell. He holds your hand just a moment too long and looks into your eyes just a little too sincerely. I found a tingle coursing through me in spite of myself.I found Paul Tsongas to be very interesting, though his pattern of speech is slightly distracting.. Of course, relax wasn’t quite the description as she pondered the pain that was about to grip her. She felt the two taps and the first two spanks on alternate bottom cheeks and then cried out as the spanks continued unabated just as they had with Marian. She struggled to cope and was soon crying just as Marian did. Also just like Marian, she was getting aroused as the spanking intensified and her bottom stung crazily.Sixty spanks later Vicky ordered, “Get up and stand by Marian, Emilie. Don’t.