" She gasped then and clamped her hand over her mouth as if she had let something out that she hadn't intended to. I waited for her to go on and sai..., "Linda honey, what could you possibly have done. Whatever it is Baby, I love you and nothing you say will ever change that.She laughed wryly and said, "If I told you...you would hate me." With absolutely no idea where this was going, I continued to stroke her back and said, "Nothing you could say would make me ever hate you. I might get. As the week progressed towards the weekend I made plans to show off for my neighbor. I did a little shopping at the local adult store to pick up a few special items for my show. What I found was ideal for my desires. Then I spent some time researching how best to position lights around me. The last thing I did was go buy a small wooden stool. It had an 18-inch seat and only stood 24 inches tall. It was ideal for what I had in mind.As Friday night approached I got everything positioned and ready. He patted her right cheek with his hand and said, "Now, are you ready?" "Yes." He started spanking her rhythmically, alternating cheeks with each spank, and spreading them all over her ass. He spanked her quickly, about two spanks every second. After each one, Amanda squeaked out an, "Ooh!" or "Ah!" or "Ouch!" But it only took a few seconds before each of these little exclamations merged together into a continuous moan. And then transitioned into quiet sobs, and then she was crying. At first,. "Just not in time. They are a build-up, a sequence of sometimes apparently uncorrelated facts that slowly form a picture. They have to be presented in a certain order, not to be to random or too obvious." That's an excuse," she said. "It's like an abstract painter that can't draw. He's a liar, not an artist. If you take Picasso, he could draw very well. He could have been not a cubist, but ... well, he did a lot of things early in his career before verging into cubism. It makes sense. He makes.