She thought about asking her Mum to spank her and of course the best time would have been when being sent to face the wall. After all it was a short s...ep from being smacked on her shoulder blades to being put across her Mum’s lap and spanked. However she was worried that the actual position, bent across her Mum’s lap and her face inches from the floor and her bare bottom facing upwards, was possibly too humiliating and she might even be laughed at by her friends. So she decided pretty quickly. Char said, "You did well. Now we do have one stop to make on the wayhome."On the way back to Char's place I was 'Bitch' riding behind Rene on mybike. Char was driving her bike and we pulled into a SuperMarket. I wasforced to buy regular tampons, maxi pads, FDS, a female deordrant stick,and five douche kits. Rene told me "We want our girl to be Daisy Freshat all times."The next day Char hooked my truck to her rolling bar and grill. BothRene's Triumph and my Indian were stored on my truck. I was. He turned and quicklymade his way back to the ground floor.* * *Ora stopped in mid turning of the page. It had been on thevery edge of her mental range, an errant thought. I HOPETHEY KILL THE LITTLE BITCH. . . Ora slammed the rag closedand left the kitchen, her senses in overdrive andsearching for the foot print of that mind. It wasn't easythough, she had just barely caught the thought andsomething was screaming at her to hunt that mind down.She went out into the main entrance hall, Lt. Damon. ‘Push…’ she breathes to me. As I breathe in deeply both her essence and the cooling air of the night, I enter her. The visions I see with my eyes around me begin to transform into a surreal dream. All reality away from our space begins to change and become like a wild and enchanted holiday. Our bodies are joined and the deeper I penetrate her inside, the deeper she penetrates my visions. There was a driving rhythm in the air like a fiery flamenco piece. You could hear the clapping and the.