It was then that I told her to bend over my knee, and we would see about that. She just stood and looked shocked. She would say that no one had ever s...anked her since she was a kid. I told her that her drinking and stating " I would not feel a thing" was going to cost her a spanking just the same. She didn't say another word, but bent over my knee and waited. I spanked her clothed butt for a good five minutes or so. The hole time I was spanking her she was saying " I don't feel a thing" I. The song had finished and as he launched into the next, an acoustic rendition of "Sex on Fire" (oh shit!!), the burning in my thighs rushed up and pulsated on my mound. I was practically fucking panting, my mouth open and my hands stroking my body, totally unaware that there was anybody else in the room other than myself and HIM. Half way through the song, he lifted his face to look at the crowd and caught a glimpse of my own. A note cut short, a glimmer of confusion - nobody else would have. Mike heaved a slow, deep sigh. He felt very proud of his son. Richie had faced something which had driven his father out of town and owned up to his failure to defeat it.Mike's eyes narrowed. He crushed the empty styrofoam cup and hurtled it into the air. The wind mocked his attempt to let off steam and tossed the cup almost straight back at him.He had not been driven away. It was time he did the same as his son and own up to his failures. He had run away. He had fooled himself all this time.. I’m starting to feel hot so I’m going to get some water. Hey guess what? Mr. Garcia was flirting with me today. ------ To: Maria From: Ellie Subject: RE: RE: MARIA!!!!! Isn’t Mr. Garcia your math teacher? WOW he is hot, I remember last semester when he took those really snug Levis to school. I couldn’t concentrate, he had this huge bulge and he kept standing in front of me almost resting the lump on my desk. I also remember his dark eyes, and salt and pepper hair; he is really sexy. Hey my dad.