He couldn't help butnotice the girth of his rear, but that didn't help in paying for thepizza."Ahem... It's right there," Peach said pointing at a pur...se right next toBarry."Oh... OH!" he replied, a bit embarrassed that he didn't think of thatwhen it was first suggested. He handed his mother the card."Okay, I'll take care of dinner. Barry, you'll need to shower. Paul,just change into something else," Peach said abruptly realizing he wasn'ttaking this so well. "Ginger, I'll set out some. You still have a lot to answer for. I'm going to do things to you and make you do things that could well make you hate me. Let's leave the question of Boston open until then."Marigold nodded, fighting back another wave of tears. She had a feeling in her gut that was part queasiness, part arousal, and part fear that came from wondering what he had planned for her.At the Spoon, over breakfast and tea, Marigold asked, "So, why did you quit the track team?" The question that was really burning in. Haan lekin agar phir bhi aapko kuch lagta hai to aap mujhe mail kar sakte hain mera mail address hai “” aasha karti hoon ki aap sabhi mujhe apna apna responce jaroor bhejenge.Mera naam jaisa ki aap log id main dekh sakte hain jayanti gupta hai main hariyana faridabad ki rahne wali hoon meri age abhi 21 saal ki hai ye baat us samay ki hai jab main 19 saal ki thi. Mere daddy shopkeeper hain aur mom primary school main head of the teachers or principal hain. Us samay main 12th main padhati thi. I am going to punish you until I am not angry anymore." He told me that I was only allowed to respond with "Yes, Sir" or "Thank You, Sir" and He began whipping my ass and back. He told me that I was being punished for not listening. Did I understand? ("Yes, Sir") The strokes were almost pleasurable even the ones that caught my already swollen pussy, but then He moved on to the spoon. He tenderized my ass up and down each cheek. I imagined spoon-sized marks raining down on my already pink.