"Sleeping Beauty is waking up," Bree heard a thickly accented voice say.?The shine is wearing off,? said a voice like Clint Eastwood's.?It’s probabl...y the blood rushing to her head,? said an older man’s voice.?Yeah, and she's coming to,? said a black sounding voice.Bree turned her head slowly around and through her goo covered eyes, she could make out the lower halves of the endless gang of men surrounding her, though the studio lights made it impossible to see their faces. Their legs were. Probably because they were too scared to let them know that something was wrong. She still remembered the feeling of shock when David had tearfully confessed his predicament to her. He had recently celebrated his 18th birthday party and after a meal with his family had gone out for a few beers with his friends. Except of course, young men being as they are, a "few" beers had quickly escalated into an all-night bender. David, in his drunken stupor, had got separated from his friends and found. He didn't want to punish or hurt his mother as much as he wanted to humiliate her. The blows would certainly be uncomfortable but the young man wouldn't be putting any wear and tear on his hand. Lani's panties still covered her rear but they offered no protection at all.Lani wanted to howl in misery when Danny started spanking her bottom. Not that it hurt that bad but the mere idea of her own son administering corporal punishment made the attractive woman prefer death to discovery by any other. ”“Ahh, that explains it,” she said, patting him on the cheek. “You’re a good man, but fashion has never been one of your strong points. Have you set a date?”“No, Ma’am,” Whitaker said. “He just asked me last night, and there’s so much going on with the case right now that there isn’t really time to talk about it.”“I want to put you in touch with Meredith Smoot. She plans all my parties and did mine and my late husbands’ wedding. She’s a miracle worker. I know you two never stop working, and.