She knew she had to feel the painful sting.By the time he had swatted her a dozen times, she quite forgot the humiliation of her near nakedness, and w...s focused solely on the sting of the swats. He had spanked her cheeks and her upper thighs, which seemed to have direct lines to those butterflies in her stomach. He paused for a few seconds, as if allowing her to reassess the fact that she was a naughty girl over his knee getting the spanking she deserved, and try as she might, she could not. Or, you can try your luck and draw. In that case you'll die. It's up to you. But being as this here Colt is one of the most powerful handguns around and could blow your head clean off, you have to ask yourself 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?"He stared at me. I began to close down my field when I noticed another man shift over to the man's right. He appeared to me like he was getting in position to respond to my offer, too. I shifted my tactic and slowly changed my stance. This would be a. She immediately tried to push away from whoever was trying to grab her but only managed to push her hands behind her back where they were pinned by cold metal steel of a set of handcuffs. Twisting her head to try to see who was there; her vision was suddenly cut off as a heavy pillowcase was dumped over her head.Suddenly she had flashbacks to what had happened all those weeks ago, she was unsure of what to do next, she recalled she had enjoyed the thrill of the experience last time but also. ” I said plainly. Could she read me that well? “Really Ann, it’s nothing.” I offered a smile. “Bullshit” she said and waved her hand. “Don’t you think I can tell when something’s bothering you?” I smiled again. “I don’t know, everything’s fine Ann, I promise.” “Don’t give me any of that.” She said still smiling. She leaned in closer and my breath caught in my throat. She cupped my cheek with one hand and looked me in the eye. “Don’t you think I can tell when something’s bothers you and your.