"That's it." No." Well? Who else spanked your bare ass over their lap." My brother Karl did it this way. He liked it better so he could touch me all o...er while he punished me."Slap! My hand caused her bottom to jiggle when I struck it. Slap! I spanked her bottom again while telling her. "Sooner or later you WILL tell me all about your punishments from your father and brother. Anyone else spank your pretty butt?" Just you. You are the first since I moved here with my ex husband." And your ex. She was wearing a tight light blue runners jacket, cute fleece mittens, a headband to hold her hair back, pink Nike free runs, and the tightest spandex running pants I have ever seen in my life. When I looked her up and down I swear my cock almost shot out of my sweatpants and hit her in the stomach. But it didn't. But it was hard as a rock at its complete 8 inches and I'm pretty sure pre cum was dribbling down the front of my boxers. She opened her mouth to speak..."Well, are you just going to. Now’ against his lips. He moves me, pulls off the cotton whites I have on and I pull his pants off one leg at a time. He leans back, strong hands wrapped around my waist and starts to lower me onto him. This can’t be happening. Should I stop should I should I should I…I feel the tip part the folds of over wet flesh. I tell myself there is no going back. I tighten and slowly let him enter me. I feel impaled, I feel obfuscated, I feel remedied I feel violated I feel electric I feel…myself. On top of that, there are the controlled steps I have to take reminding me constantly that I'm "helpless". I cannot move very fast in the event I'm chased by any potential 'predators'. The only option I have is to take my shoes off entirely?and then I'm barefoot!There's my makeup, of course. I don't wear too much, but enough to highlight my eyes, my lips, my cheekbones. Diane taught me that the purpose of good makeup isn't really to conceal, but to reveal, by the slightest exaggeration, my.