Meanwhile, he blasted The Monkees well past what should have been quiet hours while outside with his telescope trying to catch a glimpse at the moon a...nd I never said a freakin’ word.Plastering a smile on my face, I waved back and kept going. If I hear “Last Train to Clarksville” or another of his anecdotes about busty librarians again I was going to lose my damned mind.Ignoring the garland and wreath that usually picked me up, I walked through the door, kicked off my boots and walked into the. It hardly seemed possible that the paddle could hurt so much.I felt the sting, the incredible sting, of the paddle’s bite as it repeatedly made contact with my bottom. Over and over, one cheek to the another and then low-center — my ‘sit spot’ as I’d seen it called on the internet.I guess that she liked the sound of my howling as she began to ‘work’ on this sit spot. She just kept swatting the same place — time and again, one swat nearly over-lapping the previous sting.My mind suddenly traveled. IT WAS DONE...FOR NOW!!! She wanted several more repeat performances with him. She would do ANYTHING necessary to get him, again, tonight. Mom had said, not too long ago, that he enjoyed using the back door, also. She had tried it a few times, and decided, after the first, which was a bit painful, that she enjoyed it as much as she did in her pussy. She could cum almost as fast taking it up her ass, as she could in her twat. The only thing she had done, that didn't make her cum, was eating a. I stroked, squeezed and kissed her beautiful breasts. My lips captured her nipple. I bit it gently as I sucked and she shuddered with the joy it caused. Her hands came up and she held my head to her breast. I continued loving her nipples, back and forth until she was constantly moaning. "Ohhhh yessssss" she moaned. My hands slid around and cupped her naked buttocks and I kissed her chest right between her heaving breasts. Then I kissed downward, licking her belly button, then tracing my tongue.