<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Soon-to-be blogger sis</em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/72/b8/d1/72b8d15e083e3b072de0066151588a2e.jpg)</div><br/>I would never have guessed it. Your closest friends wouldn't have believed it. Mom and Dad might've sent you to therapy for it. Although even the most celebrated experts may not have seen Chanel Spalding was a devilish little submissive.<br/><br/>The popular girl with an answer for everything liked to be told what to do. By her little brother, no less. Dr Phil could line up a second show and half of an exotic island with the moolah that could be spun from analyzing their relationship. Twins, lovers, Master and slut.<br/><br/>"<strong>My only help will be to tell you to make it as dirty as possible</strong>," ill-contained delight wells in my voice as I scour for my clothes. My shirt is by your dresser, jeans by your bed, and the jacket lying lonely at your door. A knowing little smirk spreads as I come up behind you and offer you a cheeky little kiss. "<strong>But if you really do require the extra assistance, a blog is usually a collection of thoughts. Either coherent or catastrophically not so. <br/><br/>It's.. just... fun.</strong>"