”“It’s nice ta feel the air on my skin. If I never had ta wear it again, I’d be a happy woman but that’s not gonna be happenin’ any time s...on. It’s also nice to show off for a couple of men who enjoy lookin’ at me.”“Seems like that shouldn’t be a problem,” said Kal looking her over.“You’d be surprised. Too many men just want a pretty little thing they can bounce on their cock. Women my size often don’t get a second look. Some of those interested in me need ta go find themselves an ogre ta live. By then Ellie was crying freely as she just lay across the older woman’s lap, her bottom bouncing as the strap bit home but she was no longer squirming. That fight had gone from the 16 year old. The sound of the strap thrashing in to Ellie’s bottom stopped. Mrs Howard was satisfied that Ellie’s bottom was sufficiently red, the 16 year old sufficiently chastised, bearing in mind this was a normal spanking of course. The discipline spanking would follow later on. The crying continued. It. She suddenly exhales beside me and shifts her body from the side where we fell asleep, spooned together. She slowly turns until she's lying on her stomach, the blanket falling off her a little at the same time as her dark hair falls across half of her face. Eyes closed, mouth just barely open, it’s as if she fell asleep right as she was about to whisper something to me. We complicate things, all of us, with words too much at times, and moments like this remind me of that important fact. Moments. "I've stuck them all over your apartment." That's impossible," Velma asserted with something like her usual crime fighting spirit. "If someone had been in this apartment other than me, I'd have seen the signs." Yes, you would have," the stranger replied mirthfully, "if you hadn't told me exactly what those signs were. The downside of writing a book is that anybody can read it, silly."With a spreading horror, Velma realized her visitor was right. When Velma Dinkley did something, she did it all.