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Click hereScene from my novel "2 Streakers - The Story of Yvonne and Christina"
I sat down and pulled her across my lap. I slapped her bottom a few times with moderately hard slaps. I shuddered when I remembered that spotlight hitting the front door of that church, with us crouching less than half a block away. I gave her an extra hard slap.
"I am so mad at you. That's no lie. Tonight I'm really pissed."
"Then prove it. If you're so mad at me, prove it. You got my bare ass right in front of you. Prove it."
I was stunned. So that's what her crazy stunt was all about. All along she wanted me to spank her, and wanted to make me pissed enough to do it. I slapped her a couple more times.
"If you wanted a spanking, why didn't you say something? All you would have had to do was tell me. You didn't have to risk..."
"But you said you're mad. And I think you're shittin' me. I dare you to prove it."
Why do you think humans can survive working constantly with no rest or downtime? Do you work at Activision or Electronic Arts? :/