Invasive. Almost rude. Odd that I should be so shy, but I remember distinctly wondering what to call her. The thought occurred to me as I grasped the ...rough lace of her panties, and jerked at them savagely until they ripped free leaving an angry welt across her thighs, exposing her desperate cunt to the air conditioning of the hotel room. The scent of her lust mingled with the mildew stink of the cold air. I don't know why, but it made me hard. I'd met her in the hotel bar in Texas. She had been. " He was laughing after he said that."You know you're not too old to spank." You can't do that it would be child abuse." Not tomorrow after I'm your legal guardian."We drove up the driveway and parked at the house. I looked around while we drove up and again before I got out. Maybe I did have some issues to talk to Donna about.Pap and Cletus were sitting on the porch when Harry, and I came and sat down. Betty Ann brought a pitcher of iced tea for refills and two new glasses. She asked, "How was. "How ... how would you punish me?" I knew she was excited now, really getting into this whole prisoner / slave / bondage thing."Well ... I could take all your clothes off, have you completely naked ... but still tied and helpless, so you couldn't do anything as I looked at every inch of you." I saw her eyes go distant again, her imagination obviously kicking into gear at these graphic descriptions. "All your private parts, so secret, so personal ... all there for me to look at, to admire, to. Taking Amelia’s hand, she led her across the bar and upstairs to her room. All the way up Amelia had tried to put up resistance but feeling very drunk she had trouble and Lavender was able to lead her, chiding her all the way not to worry that everything would be all right. The room was small and decorated with purple cloth wall hangings. The only lighting was three candles burning in a holder on a nightstand next to the bed. Lavender led Amelia to the bed and sat her down. ‘You sit there for.