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I won’t do it again.” I choked as I said it as the blows got harder. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. Then the spanking stopped. I was so relieved, but then afraid to sit down. Usually after my punishment, Daddy would gently rub my ass with some ointment and lay down on the bed beside me. He could never be cruel for long. I started moving around to get into a position to pull my pants up. I was ready to go home. “What the fuck are you doing? Did I tell you I was through?” “No, no, you. "What Marty meant was that Ron was all but hiding behind the handiest piece of furniture, having fled there in alarm when his cousin had walked through the door."C'mon out," Marty called to him, "you've got nothing to be afraid of from me. I'm not gonna tell our moms or anything. Can't afford to. I'm just as guilty as anybody else in this room." Have you f-fucked my sis, too?" Ron stammered, warily edging into the open."Just not in the ass, that's all," Marty said. "You'd have gotten that and.

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