It was heavy. She pulled back and the next thing I knew my bum felt as though it had been hit by a red-hot poker and pain shot through me. I jumped, b...t recovered my position and held firmly to the desk. Each smack was as hard as the first, my bum felt like a furnace, and the building pain was intolerable. I admit I was crying by the time she completed the fifteen strokes. Miss MacDougall sat back down on her chair while I composed myself and very carefully redressed. I noticed that she was. She released her hold of her bountiful right breast, running her hand down over the smooth flat plane of her belly until her fingertips touched the wispy beginnings of her pubic hairs. The lips of her hungry young vagina moistly flared with the nearness of her fingers as the heat of her loins surpassed that from the sun. Her overly sensitive little clitoris throbbed a tingling message to her brain: Touch me, pinch me, please! Rhapsodic with the fire in her belly, she slid her outstretched. ”Barry swallowed heavily when his daughter used that appellation. There was something about her use of Daddy that troubled him, caused a ripple of inappropriate sensation in the pit of his stomach.“Sounds good,” Barry croaked. “How far?”“Not very at all,” Natasha replied. “In fact, we’re here.” The girl’s blonde ponytail flicked again as she nodded towards the road ahead. “Just up past those trees.”Natasha turned right, directing the car through a gap in the hedgerow that Barry had never. By that point they had me up and walking around. He sat down at the table we were at and introduced himself. “I’m Major Duckworth and I’m with the Public Affairs Office. I’m going to be handling your interactions with the press and with Miss Hunter.”At the mention of Tolley Hunter, the rest of the table started asking a lot of damn fool questions, mostly centered on whether they could meet her and what was she like. I rolled my eyes and spoke up, “Hey, knock it off! I’ll ask the questions and.