Brenda on you and Idon't think she will be very happy with you."Tammy held his dress and petticoats so Mr. Gates could lay the beltdown, soft at first... then harder and harder. It was turning Mr. Gates onto see Tammy's bottom jiggle through the thin panties at each stroke ofthe belt. He was tempted to make Tammy drop his skirt to get him in moretrouble so he lay the strokes on even harder but after about ten reallyhard swats and seeing Tammy was true to his word of knowing he neededthe spanking. .. click’ ... nothing!“Fuck!” I complained.I hadn’t loaded it. That was when I was shot in my butt. Sneaky Brook had circled around and used Cassidy as bait.“You surrender?” Brook called out.I dove towards the back of the four-wheeler, peeked into the box and saw the paintballs. I grabbed the container and a paintball exploded where my hand had been. I ripped open the container and promptly spilled the balls all over the ground.“For fuck sake,” I mumbled.I scooped them up and loaded them into. Shelly was given permission to experiment as long as she told her mother everything. Marg would soon lay in bed hearing her daughter with a variety of men. There had been boys Shelly’s age but they were too immature. Older men did not want to fuck her if her mother was around and Marg would hear later how they taught her everything from taking it in her ass to deep throating their cocks. It came as no surprise when Shelly started taking more than one cock at once. She did help her daughter out. I know it won’t do any good to complain to Cory. He’s a teenage boy. He isn’t much concerned with the results of his actions. He doesn’t think of repercussions.He doesn’t think beyond his own satisfaction. He enjoys the things he makes me do and I understand that. A large part of the pleasure he takes from tormenting me is seeing my reaction. And the sick truth is that I enjoyed the hell of what he made me do today.The things I did yesterday, today, and for those three days that I submitted to.