Sir Smiley bellowed, “No Scepter! How can she do such a thing! She should be spanked at least!”Toot said, “Yes, you are right! You must find her... tie her to her bed, strip her and spank her. You must use your hand, a paddle, a switch and a strap. You must punish her well!”Warming to the idea, Sir Smiley said, “Yes, she has earned a good spanking, paddling, switching and strapping!”Toot continued, “Yes sir, she has earned that and more! When you are done spanking her you must have your way with. ’ Grab his hand and back out there we go. He can definitely cut a good rug, we are out there dancing so well we get space to really cut it. Cut it we do, twirls, leans, and leaps all come in and our fellow dancers are just grungy at our antics. The band keyed in on us rather quickly and gave us a lively tune. Finally though we stop again, to plenty of clapping as we head for a table. Sitting down he fansme with his hat, in between doing it to himself. ‘Definitely going to sleep well tonight.’. The crowd was getting agitated now - yelling “show us your cooch!” and stomping hard on the ground. Kerrie stood up slowly, running her hands up the insides of her legs from ankle to crotch, then up her chest and finally pressing her hands together above her head, shaking her titties and hips, hoping they would keep their eyes on her chest. She had a desperate idea. If she could push the handle out and grab hold of it when she slid off her panty-skirt, they might never see it. The idea repulsed. ” Marcy turned back to her computer to finish typing. Her heart beating a bit faster as James came in, the scent of his deodorant mixing with the cologne he wore. It was old man cologne and deodorant, a nice change from the usual over powered stench most of the city k**s wore. “Long day today?” “No, kind of short for a change. You?” James sat down on the end of the couch, took off his coat and hat. “Aside from one gentleman who is a bit… difficult, my day went well.” Marcy slicked.