"Lick me big boy!" she panted. "I’m fond of pickles too." Within a very short period of time (too short!) she gave a loud moan and a drawn out "Ohh...h!" and a shudder, and she pulled my head up by my hair. Her eyes were black, she was flushed and she was very wet. "There’s a small fridge below the counter, I think there’s a jar of dills in there. Get us out three." Marisa commanded. Three? I bent down and rummaged through the fridge and brought the pickle jar up to the countertop. Marisa had. As he opened the door she noticed something in his hand – a collar. It was black, leather and studded, with a D-ring. Alexandra’s eyes widened as he gently reached behind her head, carefully adjusting her hair so it didn’t get trapped. He tightened it perfectly. It was tight enough to be felt and loose enough to be comfortable. Comfortable, that was, until he clipped on a chain lead and tugged firmly. She stumbled forward, righting herself with her palms against the dirty step, and tried to. After all it was a hairbrush, much like the ones they all used for brushing their hair. This though was a very different use. Lisa was kicking and squirming on her sister’s lap as the hairbrush was splattered all over her bottom with several landing on the same spot time and again. She knew Susie was making the most of her chance to discipline her but Lisa was now reconciled to being spanked by Susie again. Her bottom was stinging awfully and Lisa’s yelps turned in to sobs and then unstoppable. Don ran as fast as they could, with the robot following close behind, while the planet continued to violently quake and crumble beneath their feet. Unbeknownst to either of them, Prof. Robinson had just exited the ship himself, having acquired the radioactive material that the Jupiter 2 needed in order to escape the planet’s gravity well. As he saw them run off in what he could only hope was the ship’s location, he tried to call out to them, but his voice was drowned out by the roar of the.