You will count them as they are delivered. Is that clear?" Yes mistress," she replied with a sobI delivered her spanking holding back slightly. She so...bbed her way through the count. When the last blow fell, I parted her legs and felt her pussy. Her face may have been wet with tears, but her pussy was also sopping wet as a result of my blows. I ordered her to get up and lie on my bed.When she had done as I asked, I climbed up beside took her. I took her face in my hands and kissed her. When I. She had managed to avoid being betrothed to any of them by sheer determination and obstinacy so far. She knew that soon her parents were going to take the choice out of her hands though. Her father was becoming increasingly more forceful in his ploys to get her to accept some man or other. She was becoming desperate in her wish to be away from them, and out from under the thumb of their traditions. She remembered the stories that were told by Margaret, the tribe’s historian, about how women. Always a health eater, Helen kept a cut glass bowl on the side-board. Usually this contained apples, pears or bananas but this week the supermarket were doing a special on clementines so when she accidentally knocked the bowl over the little round oranges skittered across the floor. The sight of her bending down, teetering on her 'spikes' to retrieve them was more riveting even than Manchester United verses Liverpool. 'What are you doing,Love?' She gave him what she hoped was a lascivious. The light glared hot white and smoke began emanating from around the room. Right before his eyes, Derek saw a few of the customer who had touched the tabs simply disintegrate. He couldn’t think of a better word. One moment, light surrounded the person, then nothing. They were gone. The whole bar had become one hot glaring light. Derek felt his skin tighten and began to sweat from the heat. There was no one left in the bar except for himself and the Beatles. There were no patrons, no bodies,.