One year she got special permission to take eight classes a day with no lunch break. But she loved wine, too. Nah, not hard stuff like this, just win.... At least in high school. And she had a great laugh if you got a chance to hear it.Pretty funny once you got to know her, if you got to know her. But yeah, the wedding day. Not her wedding day, of course. Her cousin’s wedding day. It was a beautiful Saturday in May, about a month before we graduated. I was barely eighteen, and she was a month or. He started off politely with asking her how her Christmas had gone. Of course no one had told him that her and Jason were going to Spain and he asked her if she had a suntanning machine at home.Eva lied and said that her mother had one. It took him until he went and sat at the table to see that Eva’s vibrator antenna was hanging down from her pussy.“What the fuck is that between your legs Eva? It can’t be a dildo, you can take things a lot wider that that.”“It’s a vibrator.”“It can’t be that. She heard the steps come over to her, and then…..“SWAP!!!”This time, there was no first time relief or shock. The pain was acute and immediate. The gurl screamed out in agony, and realized she now faced the wooded paddle. “SWAP! SWAP! SWAP!”“Oh God, please stop!” the gurl cried out. “Please just stop….I’ll do anything please!”“SWAP! SWAP! SWAP!”For two straight minutes, every few seconds, the paddle struck the gurl’s fat bottom, and the girl continued the whole time to plead for her freedom, or. My mouth will open, my sweet glossy lips slightly parted, just as the connecting circle is going to close — chaining souls, arms and hands. My eyes will lock forward, but I will not let the other guests know that I’m going to stare at one guest as I may assault him under the table. My moans will seem to be from a spirit world trance. My gasps will build while my lower lip is gently bitten and my chest, in my white lacy bra, rises and falls. Oh how I ought to feel the bottoms of my white.