He continued by saying that he would be willing to help with this if my mom thought it would be of benefit. What my mom said next just floored me beca...use she asked him how he would go about “spanking” me. “SPANKING”, the word just screamed in my mind, is that what she had been alluding to all this time, why on earth would I deserve to be spanked. My ears were glued to the conversation now as Mr. Jones told mom how he has this thick leather strap that he would use on my bare bottom, mom said. (AN/PRC 77 stands for Army Navy Portable Radio Communications... series 77.)Soon, Sgt. Ballerton returned, dressed out in white overall and a white jacket over his uniform. He had also changed his boots for ski boots, and had his weapon slung over his back, muzzle pointed down. Carrying cross country skis he was ready to go. He went over to the pickup, removed his weapon, placed it on the front passenger seat, and got in.Soon the house disappeared from view. Sgt. Ballerton was starting to worry. Then, there was the ridiculous price that made me the fool and the creature my accomplice in fostering a lie.I was in an Orwellian world where the Truth was really a Lie and where what you saw was not what you got with all things considered.The music was sharp and vulgar as was the dancing and the jokes were truly obscene when one understood the double meaning. It was that concept of “doublespeak” that was the true joke because only the dense escaped the sorrow and the despair of the. Mom reached behind her back, and then in a series of coordinated movements, slipped out of her bra and pulled it out the sleeve of her blouse.Even as she sighed in relief and dropped the bra on an end table, my manhood was swelling to full attention. Two buttons popped open on her blouse this time while I was in the kitchen heating us up something to eat. I felt as if I had to concentrate all my will each and every moment to keep my eyes from drifting to her as we ate. Then came the newly.