It doesn't work. He growls at me "Come here!" I obey immediately, thinking I am in deep shit. He sits himself in the chair, and grips my hand, yanking...me closer to his side. I stand there, swaying a bit, before he booms "On your knee's!" without thinking I immediately obey, before I think to question why, he pulls me by my waist, over his lap. I gasp, but before I can say anything he spanks my ass. I scream in pain, he didn't hold back at all. I don't understand what's happening! He's never. I could almost forget I was outside.Trees dotted the area with almost no leaves on them. They had wide branches and women perched in them. They had wings folded about their bodies, their feet like birds, gripping them. Harpies. I had heard of them. This was another of Queen Athirmi’s menageries.Winged monster soared through the sky. Some were pegasi with great wings with soft, swan-like feathers. Others were hippogriffs, with the front of feathery birds and the rear of horses. They had more. Makaela found herself over her mother’s lap for through and lengthy thrashings often going on 17 to 20 minutes. Makaela’s bottom would be a searing red, borderline violet, but her mother would always take her into her arms and hold her until she calmed. After a long thrashing Makaela’s mother always slept hugging her daughter, calming her through the night as her sore bottom kept her up. Makaela cherished the memories of nuzzling her head in her mother’s warm bosom and crying her eyes out. A. Sarah, justput the dishes in the sink for now; you can wash them later."After I cleared off the table and put everything away, mom and the girlsled me upstairs to my parents' bedroom, and sat me down at mom's vanity.This time I tried to sit in a more ladylike manner.Kimberly pulled the elastic from my ponytail and began attacking my hairwith a comb and brush, painfully pulling out the snarls. "Ooh, you'vegot such nice hair. Too nice for a boy." It was then that I discoveredthe joy of having.