You weren't going out with her, she likes me and I like her. Get over it." We were going to make up; just like we always have." Not this time." You do...n't know that," said Simon accusingly. "Now I have to do something about it." Have to? What do you mean have to?" asked Vinnie. "There's nothing to do. She's with me now and nothing you do's going to change that." Oh, I can think of something," he said, with a smirk. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. I don't want her anymore." So then what's this all. I noticed when I started that her butt was slightly red, apparently from a bout of discipline Don had imposed on her the night before, and they were rapidly turning scarlet as my hand continued to descend over and over. Edie’s original outbursts had turned to muffled mutterings and whines, so I assumed Don had continued her father’s edict about outcries.I don’t know how long I smacked her bottom, or how many strokes I delivered, but, when I finally stood her back on her feet, She had become. Dispirited, she turned through a small stand of trees into a small meadow beside the path and sat on a fallen tree trunk. As she sat there, she reached her hand quietly down to her lap and slowly stroked her mound through her dress, then spread her thighs slightly and stroked further down. As her index finger caressed her clit, she closed her eyes and imagined her cowboy standing before her. She ran her hands over his taut belly, muscles she imagined to be as tight as steel wires, and as her. Ashley had a huge pack of friends that would trail her around school and I made it my business to socialize as much as possible, attending almost every party that was thrown. I also organized a few non school related events such as the fat man race, a few paint ball tournaments, and a dodge ball tournament that had become amazingly successful. I finally reached my locker and was greeted by the person I had wanted to see the most. “Hi Tim!” she nearly shouted, surprising me by coming up behind.