I’ve been watching you using these big hands of yours to do boring stuff like heave saddles around for such a long time, wondering what it would fee... like to be spanked by them. Soundly spanked. Eeek!’ The last sound resulted from the first spank. My hand made contact with a sharp smack, her gorgeous bottom juddered, and a red handprint appeared. ‘Oh, oh, that’s lovely,’ she breathed. ‘But please, not quite so soft next time. I’m not a china doll.’ ‘That you’re not,’ I said, and swung my hand. It drew the eye and was mesmerizing. The downside was that during practice a lot of accidents happened as there was no room for error. But they did it slowly, over and over, gradually speeding up. It was like hummingbirds doing ballet. They were excited as they watched the footage back from their phones which they always used to record the sessions.Ji went through her inspection of the thing I had grown to think of as ‘the distraction,’ as in a distraction from my life. “The stitches look fine. . and whimpered.In the future, the story would become even more bizarre, as DNA tests revealed there were almost three dozen children linked paternally to Gabriel Batiste. But that would be in the future.Naturally, the Wyoming authorities began looking for Gabriel Batiste. Routine police inquiry revealed that Batiste had rented two rooms in different motels. One was his “official” room, the one associated with his music career and the stated reason he was in Cheyenne. The other was the one his. Swiftly he grabbed her wrists again, then transferred them both to one hand. With only a slight struggle, he managed to pin her wrists behind her head again. His slaps to her cheeks continued, despite the thrashing about of her head."Come on. Admit it. You're a grass to the pigs!" Fuck you Kyle! I'll never admit it!"She was wriggling beside him now, and for the first time in the evening, he noticed her breasts, moving behind her blouse. He paused, his thoughts suddenly not on what he was.