Their tongues searching for and dancing with one another with passionate, wanting desire. As he stopped at the edge of the bed she pulled away from hi... slightly, her messy light brown hair framing her beautiful face as she flashed him a devilish smile. Her big, ocean blue eyes stared back at him in the dimly lit room, almost giving off their own light that seemed to illuminate her face.He was lost and powerless as he continued to hold her pale, naked body in his arms. Her full, tear. You then ask me if I know why I am being punished and I say yes. You ask me why and in a small voice I say, "Because I was bad." You chuckle and say, "Close, but try again." I blush, and this time say, "Because I pushed you away and disobeyed you." "That's better. I am going to give you 10 swats with this spoon."Ok, 10 swats with a spoon shouldn't be that bad I think. But when the first swat comes down it's like fire hits my ass! "OUCH!" I put my hands across my bottom to cover the next blow. Ducking to miss getting hit he thought back to when the last time he sparred and thought he should do it more often. Every punch, tackle and kick were dodged or pushed away for a little over a minute. When David made his next lunge, his feet left the ground and Tom slammed him hard to the grassy landing spot. Tom was on top of him with his fist at his throat before David could even think about responding.Tom stood and held his hand to help David up. “It looks like some training needs to be. Her handwriting was beautiful. Every stroke of her pen was a unique work of art, and each word a masterpiece in itself. Wherever that child learned penmanship was not public school.Each letter was signed with her first name only – Cindi with an 'i', and each 'i' was crowned with a sweet, slightly off center, heart. For some reason I was captivated by her precision and devotion to perfect writing.Whoever Cindi was, she deserved to know that the whole family was dead, without divulging that I was.