I thought about this some more when I went to bed, before going tosleep. This was going a genuine adventure, I realized. This wasn'tjust *playing* a... being a girl, the way I might play at being apoliceman or a pirate or an airplane pilot. This was going to bereal, doing something with my life, experimenting with it. And itwasn't just something in my own mind; dresses and panties (panties!...gosh!) were things that had an objective, material existence outthere. They weren't even costumes. . I wondered how we seemed to let ourselves get caught up in so much minutia. Buying a cell phone at the drop of a hat, same with a laptop and now a home gym. Thinking about doing the same for a waffle iron. Boom, just like that getting hooked up for internet and cable TV. It seemed like I was hurrying, when I had nothing to hurry about.The introspective mood continued through the lunch, which we accompanied with another Anchor Steam. With lunch out of a to-go box and beer out of a bottle, the. Santa promised Prue's bottom was the first of her sisters,as visions of red blisters danced in Prue's head.It was Cole; she bucked on his lap with a new startled fright,But, Santa held onto her arm real, real tight.Prue gasped loudly and puffed out her cheeks looking up at Artbut it was for naught. Art told PRUE "you've got a good spankingcoming young lady" he informed herSMACK! Santa's souvenir paddle landed with a loud report on bare resilient feminine flesh."OWWW", the pain of the spanking. We were immediately driving to a hotel / motel. He had mastered and prepared everything by the master earlier this day. I did not even doubt him hehe.We came there, a nice motel, there are not a lot of people and you're back in town. Just nice and comfortable. We walked into the room. Of course large double bed, underfloor heating. While we were stationed I went to the bathroom to get ready;) She dropped under the bushes and came out in a low light when he was on the bed with a pointed dummy to.