begged her hostess to let her sit for a few minutes.
“You look like you’re a little overcome, my dear. Here, take a sip.” Hildy said, snatching a glass of champagne from a waiter carrying a tray. Kristina stood to accept the glass and downed it instantly. A second one followed. She was on her third glass when she backed into a wall.
Named Bryon.
One glance up into his handsome face told her that he was beyond angry. Very slowly, she handed him the glass she was holding.
“Didn’t I tell you no more drinking? And where did you go? You were supposed to stay in my sight.”
“Yes, but…”
“I told her it was ok to show her around. I gave her the champagne; she was overstimulated,” Hildy quickly interrupted.
Bryon frowned deeply, beckoning to Hank. “I’m sorry to inform you, but it appears that your little girl led mine into some serious trouble. However, she is not entirely at fault. Kristina, you have the ability to refuse when someone tells you to do something you know is wrong. Am I right?” Bryon asked firmly, glaring down at her. She wanted to crawl into a tiny ball and hide. She stared at the ground.
“Hildy? You’re older than Krissy. You know better than to talk a child into disobeying their parent. And alcohol? None of the children are permitted that. Go get your paddle.”
“Oh no, Uncle Hank, please…” Hildy looked genuinely terrified. Kristina grabbed Bryon’s hand and tried to hide under his arm. People were gathering around, sensing something was about to occur.
“Do you have class in the morning?” he asked, seeing her nod, “Very well. Hank? When we are done here, do you mind if I borrow one of your rooms? My little one is about to experience her very first introduction to my hand.”
“Of course, my friend. Use any room you like. I also have a favor to ask of you.” Hank accepted the paddle from his trembling wife who stood silently, hands behind her back and looking very contrite.
“Certainly. What do you need?”
“Seeing that my Hildy coerced your Krissy into wrongdoings, it’s my opinion that she should experience a little of what her new friend will get from her Papa. Would you please do the honors?”
Kristina watched, horrified, as Bryon agreed and sat comfortably on the edge of the sitting room couch. He beckoned to Hildy who approached him, shaking like a leaf. She had heard rumors about Bryon’s legendary left hand. Hank signaled her to obey.
Bryon easily pulled her across his lap and slowly pulled the short skirt of the jumper up past her hips, exposing pink cotton panties with poodles. He rested that legendary hand on the center of her bottom, covering the entire span of both cheeks.
“Please feel free to take down those panties and show everyone what a naughty fanny looks like,” Hank said.
“Thank you, I certainly will. After I make the introductions,” Bryon said lifting his hand. The room held its breath, waiting for the blow. The sound of his palm against Hildy’s flesh made a resounding CRACK that reverberated against the walls. Kristina gasped, watching the poor woman’s face as she fought not to let go with a loud yell. Bryon’s hand lifted a second time and landed at the spot where Hildy’s panties outlined the lower part of her bottom. She shrieked, struggling to move.
There was no escaping Mount Bryon.
Twice more, the giant hand made contact with the woman’s fleshy backside and tears started to pour.
“He’s hurting her!” Kristina whispered to Hank, clutching his hand fearfully.
“It hurts, but there is no permanent damage. That’s why God gave you girls such cushy tushes.” The man teased, unbothered that his wife/little girl was lying across Bryon’s lap, having her little cotton panties pulled down to her knees.
Already, her bottom was turning a rich shade of pink, just a tad darker than the jumper she wore. Bryon looked over at Kristina and saw the alarmed
“You look like you’re a little overcome, my dear. Here, take a sip.” Hildy said, snatching a glass of champagne from a waiter carrying a tray. Kristina stood to accept the glass and downed it instantly. A second one followed. She was on her third glass when she backed into a wall.
Named Bryon.
One glance up into his handsome face told her that he was beyond angry. Very slowly, she handed him the glass she was holding.
“Didn’t I tell you no more drinking? And where did you go? You were supposed to stay in my sight.”
“Yes, but…”
“I told her it was ok to show her around. I gave her the champagne; she was overstimulated,” Hildy quickly interrupted.
Bryon frowned deeply, beckoning to Hank. “I’m sorry to inform you, but it appears that your little girl led mine into some serious trouble. However, she is not entirely at fault. Kristina, you have the ability to refuse when someone tells you to do something you know is wrong. Am I right?” Bryon asked firmly, glaring down at her. She wanted to crawl into a tiny ball and hide. She stared at the ground.
“Hildy? You’re older than Krissy. You know better than to talk a child into disobeying their parent. And alcohol? None of the children are permitted that. Go get your paddle.”
“Oh no, Uncle Hank, please…” Hildy looked genuinely terrified. Kristina grabbed Bryon’s hand and tried to hide under his arm. People were gathering around, sensing something was about to occur.
“Do you have class in the morning?” he asked, seeing her nod, “Very well. Hank? When we are done here, do you mind if I borrow one of your rooms? My little one is about to experience her very first introduction to my hand.”
“Of course, my friend. Use any room you like. I also have a favor to ask of you.” Hank accepted the paddle from his trembling wife who stood silently, hands behind her back and looking very contrite.
“Certainly. What do you need?”
“Seeing that my Hildy coerced your Krissy into wrongdoings, it’s my opinion that she should experience a little of what her new friend will get from her Papa. Would you please do the honors?”
Kristina watched, horrified, as Bryon agreed and sat comfortably on the edge of the sitting room couch. He beckoned to Hildy who approached him, shaking like a leaf. She had heard rumors about Bryon’s legendary left hand. Hank signaled her to obey.
Bryon easily pulled her across his lap and slowly pulled the short skirt of the jumper up past her hips, exposing pink cotton panties with poodles. He rested that legendary hand on the center of her bottom, covering the entire span of both cheeks.
“Please feel free to take down those panties and show everyone what a naughty fanny looks like,” Hank said.
“Thank you, I certainly will. After I make the introductions,” Bryon said lifting his hand. The room held its breath, waiting for the blow. The sound of his palm against Hildy’s flesh made a resounding CRACK that reverberated against the walls. Kristina gasped, watching the poor woman’s face as she fought not to let go with a loud yell. Bryon’s hand lifted a second time and landed at the spot where Hildy’s panties outlined the lower part of her bottom. She shrieked, struggling to move.
There was no escaping Mount Bryon.
Twice more, the giant hand made contact with the woman’s fleshy backside and tears started to pour.
“He’s hurting her!” Kristina whispered to Hank, clutching his hand fearfully.
“It hurts, but there is no permanent damage. That’s why God gave you girls such cushy tushes.” The man teased, unbothered that his wife/little girl was lying across Bryon’s lap, having her little cotton panties pulled down to her knees.
Already, her bottom was turning a rich shade of pink, just a tad darker than the jumper she wore. Bryon looked over at Kristina and saw the alarmed
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