Large enough that she could not scream very loud, but small enough that if she vomited it could escape and not fill her lungs.He used a paddle long en...ugh to get both cheeks of her ass at the same time. The paddle had hundreds of tacks pushed through it just enough to just pierce the skin on hard impact. He coated the protruding tacks with some kind of liquid irritant with a brush. The other slaves were brought in and put into position and forced to watch.He told her that ten were her. “Dad told me about your...’bedroom fun’.” He chuckles and I shiver as his cool breath travels across my neck. I shake him off of me and continue setting the table. “There’s no need to bring that up during dinner, though, okay? Mom’s sick enough as it is, she doesn’t need to have a heart attack.” I whisper furiously. “Okay, okay!” He says, holding his hands up in surrender. I nod, refusing to look him in the eye and finish the table. Just as I’m about to walk away, he stops me.. It was warmand sweet, and when his face locked onto mine, I felt like Heaven haddescended in front of me. His body was a deeper tan, and his brown eyeswere framed by an angel's face. She smiled slightly, and I felt a handon my shoulder. I turned to see Jana, smiling slightly at her friend."Jana..." Tom squeezed out. His face was puzzled for a moment by thename, and then realization came through. "My God, what's happening tome?" You know, Jada. Shhhh. Just calm down. The pains will only last. I finished off my last chapter of my McKinney Housewives story line and told her that all I needed was a finale chapter.“You’re a good writer,” Reba commented.“I don’t know about that,” I replied. “It’s just a hobby.”Reba asked me if the stories were true.“Yes,” I replied, “but I’ve changed the names to protect the guilty.”Reba brushed back her long red hair and looked forlornly at me in silence.“Can I be in your final story?” Reba asked.“Sure,” I replied. “What shall the story line be.