She'd been in this position for a time now and even though she wanted to brake down she was afraid to do so. Lindiwe just put her head down and tried ...rying harder but failed to as her spanking continued. Most of the spanks just felt a little uncomfortable, but each one added to the slowly growing overall burn in her bottom. These spanks stung more than they hurt. They made Lindiwe yelp and buck a bit. But she still kept her hands firmly flat on her head. Finally, after many minutes of. “There, I’ve sucked it for you. Now put it away.”I know a quick kiss when I see one and it was clear that this blow-job wasn’t going anywhere, so I pulled up my trousers and sat back on the sofa.“Do you want to be spanked?”“No,” came her firm reply.“Why not?”“It fucking hurts!““But, it’s supposed to be a nice sort of hurt, an erotic hurt. It’s all about you giving yourself wholeheartedly to me, to do with whatever I want, in a trusting way that is.”“In your dreams. I’ll spank you if you want. My husband is very ill." And yet he wants to march us up the hills to the new hunting grounds." What choice have we got?" said Ptarmigan. "My husband says that there will be an abundance of game, nuts and berries. We are privileged to be granted such lands and honoured by the presence of the Cave Painters' ambassador. My husband sees only good fortune ahead." The shaman isn't so enthusiastic." Really?" She doesn't believe that the hunting grounds allocated to us by the Cave Painters will be. There was something about her demeanorand tone of voice that Allison thought was unusual, but she couldn'texactly put her finger on it."Only the most barebones info I could find. There was almost nothingrecorded about it between its founding and the end of the Civil War, butwhen I looked in their archive of original documents, they had a littlemore information after that period, like census data, a few sparsenewspaper clippings here and there. Apparently, our resident ghost movedhere after.