"Oww, I will never get jealous and act naughty instead of nice. Taylor tearfully begged, her flaming bottom needed a good dose of ice. For she well kn...w she was a spirited coed could be quite impulsive!It was the pulse in her red bum Santa watched as he spanked as he drank his holiday rum.Santa Claus had taken the naughty out of her bottom.A spanking was a rarity for Taylor though Santa had given it in behavior changing clarity.Taylor cried and struggled as her rear end was friedHer hind cheeks. 'I'll be right back. You get into bed.' Well, shit. Someone's had her strings pulled, I guess. Best do as I was told.When she came into the bedroom I noticed three things. She was carrying a box of condoms, wearing a robe, had a kinda warm look in her eyes. Observant Doug. The condoms went on the bedside table and the robe dropped, nothing underneath except skin. The warm eyes climbed into bed along with the rest of her, settled against me, one arm snaking out, cradling my head. Ruffled my hair. Even if he’s fertile and you must wait before entering a fully sexual relationship, he’s a winner. He’s fitting in with the family, even doing much better on Wednesday nights than I could have imagined. I suspect you can tell as well as I can where Wednesday nights are leading. Yes?” When I nodded, she added, “You know Carol wants him. Right?” Again, I nodded, so she continued, “She’s told Inez and me that you’re going slowly with Brett and that we shouldn’t get ahead of you girls with him, not. I nod, trying to appear confident. I lay down on the bed and he kneels over me, naked now. He pulls my panties down and moves one of my feet away from the other. I’m embarrassed to have him so close to me, and I try to close my legs again. With both hands, he holds my ankles. “No, baby. You need to keep these open and just relax. It’s going to feel good; trust me.” But I’m scared. I know it’s going to hurt, and I’m scared about what I’m doing. I try to close them again, and he sits up straight..