“Bend over my knee then,” she said tapping her thigh. “Don’t spank me too hard,” I spluttered wondering what I had let myself in for. “I... won’t,” she promised. It felt really odd bending over her knee, her little skirt had ridden right up and I felt her bare legs beneath me. Mia pulled my skirt up and slapped me squarely on the bottom twice. “Oooowch! ... Yeeeeow!” I yelled. “God that really hurts.” “Just two more then,” she mused. “Okay, go on then ... Oooow! ... Oooowch!” I was pushing. His head dropped down. A gesture of shame as he still tried to move himself against the frustratingly slow thrusts. His cushiony ass bumped against the hips grinding into his fairly often, eking out little sighs each time. It wasnt enough. It wasnt even close to enough. Please! Kora begged yet again, squeezing thick lashed eyes shut. The apples of his cheeks, the bones peaking out shyly, were dusted an embarrassed pink. The corners of his almond orbs were glistening slightly, desperate tears. However, he was too proud to let it beat him and decided to take a walk to clear his head. Gav was Head of Infrastructure at Lucy’s Underwear Show House and was developing a new firewall, which could handle inter-dependent search parameters on the new Googleplex server. It was a major project but just the sort of thing that Gav enjoyed. He headed a small team who handled the more day to day running of things but the algorithm was a niche skill. He was close to finishing the job, but his boss. I stole nine bases and got caught stealing five times. Joe Porter had a higher on-base percentage and batting average than I did, and, despite playing shortstop, the hot spot, he finished the season with only one error as well. Nick Ingersoll was still going to be a project, but he was much more patient at the plate by the end of the season, raising his average a good fifty points from the previous season, and dropping the number of strikeouts considerably.I felt good about that season, and.