way, man; I’ll take your fucking paddle, but on the . . . . on the genes, man.” “No WHAM. Mitch’s slap sent Jeff sprawling onto the floor. For a moment Jeff didn’t know what had happened. Then he realized that he was lying flat on the floor with his face stinging. Instinctively he looked to his pseudo-mom. hit me. “He You saw it . . . ugh . . . ugh . . . mom.” ain’t your anymore, boy. From now on she’s your fucking Got “She ‘mom’ ‘mom-my.’ it?” Jeff raised himself to a sitting position and put a hand to his burning cheek. right; she’s never seem me naked.” “Ain’t a question of what’s right; it’s a health question . . . a safety question. I have to “Not see my target. Understand? I can’t be a guessing where your fat-ass buns are and where your tailbone is. I don’t want to go and bust your tailbone. Now slide those genes and underpants off and stand up.” Slowly Jeff complied while covered his gentiles. next to the bed and put your elbows on the bed. I need that ass up . . . up high. “Stand Jeff did as he was told. stay in position with your fucking head up and fucking ass cheeks unclenched. “You Count each swat out loud and clear following by a you daddy. I’m sorry.’ Got it?” ‘thank Jeff nodded. asked you a question, Jeff. Answer him!” “Daddy it; I got it.” “Got it who?” half-yelled Sadie. “Got it . . . it . . . it . . . it . . . “Got then. I’ll now just going to give you a dozen as a way of introduction.” “Okay A resounded throughout the bedroom as wood meet flesh. “WHAM”
“No way, man; I’ll take your fucking paddle, but on the . . . . on the genes, man.” WHAM. Mitch’s slap sent Jeff sprawling onto the floor. For a moment Jeff didn’t know what had happened. Then he realized that he was lying flat on the floor with his face stinging. Instinctively he looked to his pseudo-mom. “He hit me. You saw it . . . ugh . . . ugh . . . mom.” “She ain’t your ‘mom’ anymore, boy. From now on she’s your fucking ‘mom-my.’ Got it?” Jeff raised himself to a sitting position and put a hand to his burning cheek. “Ain’t right; she’s never seem me naked.” “Not a question of what’s right; it’s a health question . . . a safety question. I have to see my target. Understand? I can’t be a guessing where your fat-ass buns are and where your tailbone is. I don’t want to go and bust your tailbone. Now slide those genes and underpants off and stand up.” Slowly Jeff complied while covered his gentiles. “Stand next to the bed and put your elbows on the bed. I need that ass up . . . up high. Jeff did as he was told. “You stay in position with your fucking head up and fucking ass cheeks unclenched. Count each swat out loud and clear following by a ‘thank you daddy. I’m sorry.’ Got it?” Jeff nodded. “Daddy asked you a question, Jeff. Answer him!” “Got it; I got it.” “Got it who?” half-yelled Sadie. “Got it . . . it . . . it . . . it . . . “Okay then. I’ll now just going to give you a dozen as a way of introduction.” A “WHAM” resounded throughout the bedroom as wood meet flesh.
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