“Should I kick and squeal now?” Mary asked. “You must let me know, because if that is as hard as you plan to spank, I will have to fake my resp...nses… a lot.”“We’ll see about that,” I said, and delivered a firmer smack.“Better,” she said. “I didn’t feel it, but at least I could hear the faint echo off the wall. Not complaining, you understand, just don’t expect me to give you such a wimp-ass whuppin' when it’s my turn.”I gave her another spank. The hardest one yet, but not hard. I was. I would have to run some extra miles for all that sugar and sugar substitute.We were on the last night of film before our return when Wilson and I both saw him at the same time. "Son of a bitch," I said. "He could be our man." I have never seen him there before," Wilson said. "He is very well dressed, even though he is large, with very short hair. The victims description was a large, scruffy bald male." He is a large male with a more or less bald head. Put him in dirty jeans and a sweat shirt. You will learn from this. This will not happen again."As the first lash left its mark across my pale skin, a gasp escaped my lips. Fire erupted across my skin and my crying increased as I realized that the flames had only just begun.With strength and consistency, the belt landed blow after blow across my ass. By the time the fiftieth lash kissed my skin, I was hysterical. The pain that was once a sharp sting, had long since faded into a constant ache that increased in intensity as each lash. In fact Daniel Brown had no idea just where he SHOULD look. His eyes bounced up from Becky’s vagina to her breasts which were just so nicely rounded and both with perfectly placed pink nipples atop each one. The soft skin of Becky’s breasts was also still quite milky despite her two months of total exposure to LA sun. Danny then just let his eyes do a quick but very thorough sweep of this girl’s lovely naked body standing there before him.Danny quickly noted that Becky Bartell had a build that.