“You may think you were dishonored today, but you weren’t. You haven’t experienced true dishonor. Tomorrow you will. I will humiliate you in a w...y you never imagined. I will destroy your dignity, and destroy it so thoroughly you’ll never recover. So, sleep well, Danka Siluckt. Tomorrow will be the most horrid day of your life.”Farmer Orsktackt went home feeling very disgusted with himself. He couldn’t believe something as simple as dealing with the theft of some apples could turn into such a. "That's way too small." He thought for a second. "We do a lot of camping. We'll go down to the basement and I'll get out the air mattresses. Then we can just line them up next to each other and we'll have plenty of room. But first..." he paused meaningfully. "I want to give each of you a really good spanking." He looked at Jennifer's red bottom."I'm sorry if you're already sore but that was up to your dad. I want to have my turn." He felt himself getting harder and harder with anticipation. The. It was thick and long and as he stroked it he said that he wished he could also stroke my beautiful breasts. “Don’t worry”, I replied softly, “I’ll be your hands – you just tell me exactly what you want me to do with them”. For the next few minutes my hands were ordered on a complete tour of my naked flesh. My breasts were cupped and squeezed and my nipples teased. Only when every inch of my breasts had been explored did he begin to direct my hand down towards my, by now, very wet and expectant. You were such a babe when you went off, and here you are getting married!” James led us inside, detailing a pair of young workmen to bring in the luggage and trunks, and Mrs. Pembleton gaped curiously as we entered the parlor. Leaning towards me, she whispered into my ear, “Well, I can tell you have obtained the income. Now, which of these brawny, young lads takes care of the vigor?”I gasped at this, in delight, laughing at James’ mystification. It had been one of the oldest of jokes at school.