Kim picked up her tool from the bed. Clear Lexan, 16 inches long and four inches wide and 1/4” thick with a rosewood handle, the manufacture’s name for it was “Boudoir,” appropriate since that’s where it was going to utilized. Now Kim implemented it for the first time. The sharp crack and the immediate scream were startling even to Kim, she struck nine more times, rapidly and hard, she paused to see the effect. Even in the dim light she could see, Ursula’s bottom was red. Blood had rushed to the point of the pain, threesome Ursula was whimpering, “Please Mommy, no more.” Another set of ten and a pause, this time Kim said, “Keep your legs together, I don’t want to damage Ryan’s playpen.” Even through the pain Ursula could recall the line from Congreve's play, “The Mourning Bride,” Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Ryan had scorned her and now she, Ursula, was suffering the fury. The paddling resumed, Ursula reached a hand back trying to protect her battered butt, Kim stopped for a moment. “Put your hand up into the small of your back, I’m going to hold it, I don’t want to accidentally hit it and break a finger,” then she continued until she’d completed the set of ten. “We’re going to finish now,” Kim said, and Oh Boy did she have a finish in mind, twenty more. She struck, right at the seam where buttocks meets thigh, one side, the other until she’d given her a total of four then down her thighs. “Ursula screamed, this hurt so much more than on her bottom, doggy style Kim lashed up and down one thigh after the other, a total of sixteen vicious strokes, Ursula was gasping and crying convulsively, her Mother calmly said, “We’re done for tonight but we’re going to repeat it tomorrow night, I’m inviting Ryan to the show so he can see the price you’re paying for his behavior. I’m going to put you over a pillow for that, I’m sure it’s a position you’re well familiar with, now go to your room and get out of my sight.” Still bawling Ursula ran from the room, her Mother’s venomous tongue even more scorching than her paddle. How could this have happened, Oh God, how could this have happened, the lament running through her head like an old vinyl record hitting a scratch and playing the same lines over and over, she crawled into her bed and buried her head. She loved her Mother but she was now nothing but a subject of hatred and scorn, she sobbed. Kim was gone the next morning, no note, nothing but the paddle still laying on the bed, with pillows mounded in the center, a stark and frightening reminder of what was to come. Neither of the women had slept well, Kim began vilifying herself, she knew she’d gone overboard but she had no intention of backing off, he’d chosen, fine, tonight he was going to see what it had cost Ursula. Ursula had silently sobbed until deep in the night, what had she done, oh what the fuck had she done. She’d let it happen, they, she and her Mother were suppose to share but when Ryan had begun to favor her she japan hadn’t objected, the opposite in fact, she’d reveled in the attention. It was painful to pull on panties the next morning but Ursula got then up then added loose fitting shorts, a tee shirt and flip flops, she staggered down the stairs, in the bedroom she discovered Kim’s reminders of what was yet to come but no Kim, she went to the kitchen. Ryan came bouncing down the stairs, the smell of freshly brewed the coffee the lure. “Hey beautiful, where’s Kim?” “She’s gone and she’s Mom again, I think she hates us.” “Why would you think that, pour me a cup of that coffee then sit down and talk to me.” “I can’t.” “Why, don’t you want to talk about last night?” “That, too, but I can’t sit down Ryan.” “Why not?” “Ryan, she beat me last night and she’s promised to do it again tonight.” “What, why?” “I broke the rules.” “But it was my fault more than yours, come here Sis, let me give you a hug.” “Ryan, I don’t feel very huggable, I feel like a shit, all she wanted was us to be fair with her and we weren’t.” “Again, my fault, I’ll explain it to her.” “I don’t think so, she was gone when I woke up, I don’t think she wanted to see either one of us. She’ll be anal back later though, if only to beat my ass again.” “I japanese won’t let her, once is more than enough.” "Look, I was harmlessly flirting with you. Nothing was said as he kept face fucking me. Holding threesome my head firmly with his hands, Jim kept running that magnificent cock in and out of my throat. Several pensioner couples walked all the way from Khao Lak and ate and drank that evening at The Wigwam and we mingled with those too. Just barely brushing the little nub. Today was going to be worse than yesterday as her level of arousal was higher. "I won't be able to go." What the fuck happened!? "Or maybe 'pretty lit' would be a better way to describe it." Hope it was a good one.” Mike looked Beth japan over, even he was intimidated japanese a little by doggy style not only her physique, plus having a large dildo strapped to her body. It’s a beautiful city, isn’t it?” Then she tugged them down. When she arrived at the office I held the door for her. Jason was handed a bag containing Jessica’s clothing, he kept staring at the bag as if some horror lived inside. The horizon was in clear view of this spot, but unless you walked right up on it, you would never see them. She tried to back away from the table but the man with the knife grabbed her by the wrist. "OOOOhhh little sister..." So what next? “Fuck her while I ride her face.” Boy I never felt like I was being undressed with three sets of eyes walking through the office! REBOUND 4: Your father used to call you Leo. God I anal want you back… Oh wait, Oh shit…