-You used to smoke when I first met you, remember?, I said turning my head to shoot him a glare. Bad idea girl. You screwed it big time now. -And don't you think that's the exact reason of why I'm telling you this?, he said lifting the flip flop high in the air and bringing it down heavily against my helpless butt.... twice. He had a good point. Do what I say, not what I do, Now for that little attitude of yours, you just earned five more smacks. Lets see if you wanna keep those little comments for yourself now. In that case, this are gonna be the last ten. so count them loudly, he said placing the damn things again, ready to make me suffer again. -Yes sir, I mumbled before I felt a burning smack on the left side of my butt, One.. -Louder, he barked and I repeated the number loud and clear. He kept on delivering the hard smacks to my sit spots and my poor thighs. Why do they have to suffer as well? Say goodbye to sitting properly for the next couple of days. And I was gonna ! have to give huge explanations. Cuz if Nick didn't spank me, and Paul didn't spank me... who did? A question I didn't want to answer. I was truly concerned about Mike's safety. He may not be the most calmed person, but he's a great couch. The category under his command has been three times champion of the league, and I was just dying for playing with them. I feel so important when I do. But if this is gonna be the deal... I don't know. I have second thoughts about it. Not really strong ones, but I have ...
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