I'm going to have to examine your little pussy very closely. First, you'll get a spanking to warm you up, then you're going to pull down your panties ...and present your bottom to me so I can put a rectal thermometer up your tight asshole. Dr Milman also prescribed some suppositories for you. Then I'll take a look at how wet and excited your pussy can get."I couldn't believe what she was saying. Suddenly, her hand smacked my bottom hard. She continued slapping in quick succession. It felt so good!. For a couple of weeks, they engaged in short, furious arguments about us—and about whether they should allow Beth to continue to associate with us.The solution, of course, was Beth. When she discovered what her parents were thinking, she put them straight—in her quiet way."Momma, I heard you and dad arguing last night. You just don't understand about Al and Rachael. They were both married, for a long time, to other people. After 18 years—longer than I've been alive, mom—Al's wife just walked. The one boy was still rocking in place clutching his arm, but the tears had stopped and he was quiet now. One of the paramedics threw a blanket to the security guard and told him to wrap him in it and they would get to him as soon as they could. Then they moved to the other two and started checking them out. The one by the car was a bloody mess and still unconscious, there was a huge dent in the back door of the van above him. The paramedic tried to get one of the guards to hold a bandage to. On Thursday and Friday they had had friends round and partied for hours. On Saturday, I stupidly stayed late in a club as a way of avoiding the noise at home, but that, of course, made me more tired than ever. Sitting at the table in the warmth of Dale's flat, full of his delicious food, I fell asleep while he was in the kitchen making coffee. He woke me by gently squeezing my shoulder. 'Haven't bored you that much, have I?'I felt rotten. He had kept the conversation going all afternoon, and.