"So, what's up?" Well, you know the game is on tonight, right?" she said."Oh, shit," I answered. "Believe it or not, I completely forgot about that. T...anks for reminding me." You're welcome," she said. "Now here comes the favor."She paused as if she was gathering the nerve to ask me to lend her my TV. I suddenly realized there was a second reason I still owned a set — college football."Can I come over and watch the game with you, Carrie and the kids?" she asked in a hurried voice."Sure," I. So, when Santa’s wooden paddle continued to visit my bottom my butt jack knifed across his lap, but instead of trying to get away I snuggled in closer and farther in the recesses of his red velvet clad knees.A loud paddle swat across my nineteen year-old upturned ass brought a squeal from my lips and a blush to my hips. My Santa laid into my bottom for all the naughty things on behalf of all I had wronged as the jolly costumed man settled into a pattern and systematically drummed my bottom for. Her tits hang over the other side of the box to give her studs something to play with as they fill her with their baby-making juices. Just under her face is a trough where her food is placed and under her feet a generous amount of hay is placed to absorb her droppings and piss. The stable boys are always available to keep her ass and slit clean for her so she does not have to worry about that.Obviously, the main reason for this apparatus is to keep her cunthole accessible for her studs at all. He refastened her feet to the bed post and walked out. A moment later he was back with the headphones that would further brainwash her. He flipping off the light on his way back out. The recent rape was different, she thought. It had actually started to feel good before he finished. Maybe he wasn't going to hurt her anymore.An hour later he walked back in. He changed her bindings again, holding her firmly spreadeagled on the bed. It was time for the machine. He clamped the frame.