After welcoming his as yet non-existent home audience back from a commercial break that would later be inserted, Billy Lee began to talk about how the...only time you seem to hear stories about teenagers these days was when they were in trouble or did something particularly bad. Well, the other day he was reading the paper, he told the studio audience, which was at least real, and came across a story quite the opposite. That an intern whose job it was to look for interesting stories in small town. Earlier in a heated moment she had slipped and called her mother a "bitch". Makaela usually found her spankings to be erotic in a way, she did this time too but this was the hardest thrashing she had ever received. Her hair was plastered to her forehead and cheeks in sweat, as she cried, gasped and kicked her bottom was molten lava by the time the spanking was over. Her mother ushered up her contrite daughter, taking her by the hand she led a completely naked Makaela outside "two good hours out. 'Great, i will walk home with you to get your clothes for the weekend. After all your Mum doesnt like you wondering the streets at 4 PM after your bed time on your own.' Max joked, getting me back from the joke i said beforehand.So the final school bell of the week rang at 3:15 and all the kids rushed out of class to get home as quickly as they could. I was soon becoming surrounded by other kids as i was waiting in the area me and Max said that we would meet up at it the end of the day.'Hey' i. So I slipped on a pair of Dockers and a navy cashmere sweater. I had my car pull up out front of her family’s Park Avenue apartment. The doorman stood aside as she swept regally out and moved right into my car as if she owned it…or perhaps me. She was dressed in her usual elegant manner…a Donna Karan dress and shoes, carrying a Coach bag and wearing Manolo Blahnik heels. She was beautiful. She was classy. And I wanted to fuck her bad. I mean I wanted to fuck her. But I also wanted to fuck her.