Perhaps you two would enjoy that?" "I'm sure we will, Ray, and thank you, we’ll be there!" With that you come all over my face and cry out loud. “...Oh fuck yyyeessss.” I'm sure I hear Ray chuckle as he goes back into his room. You release my head and fall, weak-kneed, back onto a balcony table, panting, sweat running between the breasts that are nicely framed by your blouse. Dazed and lustful eyes look down at me. My face is glistening, right hand dripping wet and left hand nursing a massive. She was sitting propped up in bed, a flannel nightgown buttoned up to her neck. Her blonde hair in disarray. She had scrubbed off what little makeup she still wore. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy. She looked like shit.I looked down at her from my six foot two height. "If I've changed, you have no one to blame but yourself. You, 'Dr. Frankenstein', have to live with your 'monster' now. You can not blame me for what happened. I expressed my love for you as you wanted. I did everything you. Santa informed her sternly her paddling would be painful but given fairly."OWWW", Taylor screamed again, her snowy-white legs flashing up and her light brown wreathed haired head jerking backwards."Stop it, It hurts! Don't, Please, it HURTS" Taylor Yelped! SPLAT!Santa's antique cheese board paddle would sting, and give her some purple bruises.C-C-R-RACK! across her lovely vixens left butt cheek. "Oh ooo woo"Spank-Spank-Whack-Crack! Spank-Spank-Whack-Crack!Taylor was astounded as the paddle. "You wouldn't dare touch me," I screamed. "Mummy would throw you off this property in seconds," I fumed and stormed off.I tried to talk to Mummy about it but she was always too busy and I spent a sleepless night working myself up into a tantrum, which exploded early the next morning and I burst into Mummy's bedroom."I need to talk to you about Bradley," I stormed and without waiting for her reply added, "he threatened to spank me yesterday."Mummy was sat up in bed wearing her favourite white.