I approached the two guys, smiled and asked to hire a pedolo. He looked very pleased to see me and I asked if he would look after my bag during our r...de, to which he agreed.The second guy dragged a pedolo in shore and hubby climbed in and sat down. I headed to the opposite side and the second pedolo guy held my hand as I clambered aboard, a little unsteadily and worried what the tiny bikini bottoms were doing as I was stretching my legs into the boat. I thanked him and sat down next to. Come here he said, and I went over,he promptly got hold of me, smacked the back of my legs, then hauled me over his knee ,and started to smack my bottom.He seemed to gain a lot of pleasure from the pain he inflicted on me, so he continued to hit me,and then my trousers were unbuttoned,and allowed to drop down my legs to the floor. My bottom was becoming sore,and he realised that my cock was getting hard,and his was straining to be released from the confines of his pants...My pants were now. “It sure does feel different, not to be threatening the women with a gun anymore...” He estimated they were approaching the seven-kilometer mark in their trip from the spiral hub. His group was returning to Green Mall, with still more than thirty kilometers to go before the sky-bridge would come into view. They were only pulling a single sled, but they still had a very long walk ahead of them.His party of nine was making exceptional progress, nearly four kilometers per hour. Chicopaused to. :( I turn and look at my ass... ugh...still hate it. But my breasts are ok... I give them a squeeze and my brown nipples get hard... mmm. :) I look down.... I can almost see a shadow, where my legs come together. I'm going to need another wax, soon... but my wax girl is at the salon near school. I wont be there for a few weeks. Sigh. I see my tan line, the one-piece I wear when I'm at work has left bold lines, my legs and arms are so dark now, my tummy is much lighter. I'm going to have to lay.