Riley reached up and unhooked the fraternity paddle that decorated the wall of their bedroom. It was made of wood, a square thick paddle.The SIG EP Pr...sident pulled down my panties down before I could protest I was offended.I could see my exposed milky white curved baby fat butt cheeks in the mirror, humiliated they were on display in front of Riley.Her brown eyes went wide as she pursed her lips and proceeded to give me a very hard spanking that left me puffing, but I'll be damn if I would. Every year I get all excited and every year you give me some rotten present. Not this year. I'm not gonna do it. So just forget it." "Why, Bud Bundy," she pouted, her lips forming sultry curves. "I'm hurt. Well, OK, maybe I have been a little hard on you. But not this year. This year I got you something really great!" Bud did a calculated double-take. "R-really? Some- thing good?" "Absolutely." "Well, let me have it!" She pulled a box sloppily wrapped in tinfoil from under. He looked at me! I smiled! I didn’t have to say anything. He knew what his mistake was. He did not have my permission to touch me. I saw his face change. He was guilty! His eyes were all watery! I knew that look – he didn’t want to lose me too, the last thread of human link he has to this wretched world.Not saying a word, I just tapped on his tool, suggesting he open the fly. He realized what was asked of him. He was quick to open his fly and pull out his cock. It was average. I thought, maybe. I had told my men that I wanted to play a nasty joke on the Comanches if we could, and they all agreed that it would be great fun if we could make it work. By phrasing it as a nasty trick played on an enemy, I was able to convince the men to shoot at the horses, not at the riders. I figured that one of the Comanches might survive if we did it that way, and he could take word back to his people that we were not to be trifled with. If not, we would just go looking for another bunch to try our.