She stood behind me rubbing my pantie covered ass and telling me i was going to get a good spanking. She started spanking me with her hand. She was a ...igger woman with a big hand. At first they were soft spanks and then they got harder and she varied where she spanked me. All over my ass and below my ass in my soft spot. The harder she hit me the more i was thrust forward and i moaned and push my ass back to take the next swat. Then she rested and rubbed my ass and told me i was a good sissy. ________________________________________________________Morning came and Seward made his way on deck. There, he was greeted by Myrna. “Well, 'tis nice to see ye up. Sleep well, Mr. Vayne?”"Yes, cap'n."“Let me put ye to toil, Mr. Vayne. Ms. Dhampir will accompany ye."Isabell walked over and took around the ship, showing him some of the jobs he would soon learn. They included learning how the cannons worked and swabbing the deck, along with cleaning the vast array of weaponry. He worked. Her pussy lips pouted away from the rest of her body in what he could only describe as a cursive M. She probably had an amazing impressive camel toe anytime she wore yoga pants. He knew her lips were even more inflated due to the drug in her system which tended to make things swell. Her fat little twat looked so tight and delicious. She may have been a little chubby and had a little extra padding on that fat upper pussy area, but looking at her glorious poon made the ticket worth the price. Although Jonathon only ranked fourth in suitability of the two hundred and forty-three candidates, his ownership of the ranch made him their best choice. His Army leadership and combat experience in Pakistan and India would also be useful during the time when he would lead the survivors of the virus and rebuild human civilization.Over the next week, Bob and Sharna monitored Jonathon, or Jon, as he preferred to be called. They read his thoughts, observed his behaviors, and checked out his.