He grabbed my hair and made me get up, he pulled my hair pulling me into the bathroom. I begged him to stop being so rough, he smacked me on the ass t...ree or four times so I would shut up. He spun me around and untied my hands I looked at my wrist that were red from being tied tightly. He started the water in the bathtub, the shower was on, he made me get into the shower, and he quickly followed. We stood under the hot water as he kissed me and whispered that I was good. Then he looked at me. You know, a partner." Dafne'shand had not yet left Sandra's, and Dafne moved from simple patting to amore playful stroking of Sandra's fingers. "Speaking of fucking you, Ihad some thoughts to try with your powers. Have you considered lactationplay and/or additional nipples?"Sandra looked up from her self-disgust and into Dafne's eyes with a newfascination. "Not yet." Interesting. What's your comfort level with furries?"Sandra's cock at least realized that this change of subject was maybe abit. I didn't argue about my desire to be there when we opened up that hoped for storehouse.I called that evening and let Jim know that I would land at Camp Blanding the following day as soon as the runway there was checked for debris that might impede the landing. Jim told me that he would have the prisoners out there performing a walk down of that runway at first light. Kari surprised me that evening by springing Lana on me as the pilot of my flight. Lana had flown in late in the afternoon and was. She enjoyed both turning Mrs W’s legs and bottom cheeks bright red and listening to her increasingly loud gasps of pain. Just as with Emily, she then used the hairbrush following the same pattern but on the bottom cheeks only. She knew she had never been spanked herself on the backs of her legs with hairbrush. It was still more than enough to leave Mrs W crying like a baby kicking her legs and squirming around on Helen’s lap. Even after the spanking ended Mrs W kept on crying and would cry for.