So you will be spanked twice as many times as you bit your nails—and twice as hard. And that’s what I did, making her apologize after each of eigh... open-handed slaps to her behind. She moaned and cried and gritted her teeth with each blow, but she did as she was told. When her punishment was complete and she was sagging against the wall, glasses askew and tears running down her face, I leaned close to her ear again. “You will stop biting your nails, Tammy. Or tomorrow it will be three times as. Often in the winter, after dinner, I'd light—or try to light—a fire and we'd curl up side by side under a blanket on the couch to watch the latest DVD mother had rented. We both loved the great actresses and suave men who appeared in these films. The dialogue was always snappy, sophisticated, and often filled with double entendres. I remember remarking once to mother how I loved the actresses with their slinky dresses and elegant cigarette holders. She agreed, remarking how the sense of subtle. So I'm working the drive through. Its around 2:30am. Almost time to close. Next thing you know this sexy ass black Ladies came to the drive through drunk.They both started flirting with me. They looked like they both left the night club. Kiana had on this sexy ass blue and black dress with stockings a no panties and some black and blue stilleto heels. And the other was named Stacey witch was wearing sexy black and pink dress. With matching stockings and garderbelts and matching high heels.. I could feel the tingling in my belly as something inside of me began to come alive, and my toes curled as I began pulling gently, increasing the pressure and pain till my body was arching from the bed. My breath was heavy, panting breaths escaping my lips as my eyes watered slightly and I did all I could to not cum right then and there - again. I whimpered as I looked over at him, my eyes so expressive of the purely pleasurable torture I was bestowing upon myself, but I looked at him, staring.