It was 9 30 am when she heard the doorbell. She opened the door and it was Sammy, holding a cake. She was happy to see him but at the same time a litt...le embarrassed. She was in her long sleeveless nighty and her hair tied up. She invited him in, hugged and gave long deep kiss, which got her heart pounding and a weird feeling between her legs. Sammy did not stop. He had wrapped his arms around her holding her as close as possible. She felt his dick grow hard.Normally, she would push him away at. He said, “You know, it was pretty naughty of you to distract me like that and make me miss that shot.” Naughty? Thought Puckbunii. “Yes, I’m a naughty girl.” “What happens to naughty girls?” “They get spanked?” she said hopefully. Could it be? “That’s right, and I’m just the man to do it. Ever been spanked?” “Only by guys who weren’t really into it, didn’t do it hard enough – I think. I hope I like it, I’ve fantasized about it enough. I want to be spanked ‘til I cry.” “Oh, we’re both lucky. Turn around."She looked mystified, but did as she was told. "Now lean back. Further. Further. Put your hands down on the ground behind you. And lean back more so you're on your elbows. Now stay put." This is hard." Shut up Georgia, I'm sure it is hard, but you're a tough girl. You can take it."I tied her waist to the seat, and her feet around to the top of the back. She was leaning backward so far, she couldn't get up without help. She might be able to tip it sideways and crash it down to. " Caroline wiggled her fingers in a funny wave without turning to look at the young man, able to picture him well enough to draw him.After a fine dinner at the French's mahogany table, with both Irish potatoes and yams, Caroline showed Robert some of her sketches and two small, dry-point water colors she had done. The series of sketches she had made of his face she kept under a book in her room."I like this one of the old barn," he said, sitting beside her on the sofa, their knees touching, his.