I progressed next to her bottom, a place I had seen before under different circumstances. I was afraid to ask her this, but I knew it was necessary for me to properly heal her. "Cathy, I need you to lie across my lap. No, Im not going to spank you. At this point, its the most efficient way for me to clean you up and prevent infections." She seemed to understand.

Lindsay sat on her couch in her pajamas, wearing nothing more than light silk pants and a small cotton tee over her eighteen year old, lush body. She had noticed a lot more police around town this week, and her friends had been talking about how the government might be tightening their guard even in small towns, due to the danger of terrorist attacks. Lindsay had not really thought much about it until now though, as the evening new played before her steadily widening eyes.

It was a few days before I heard from Cathy. Id wanted to hear from her sooner, but I also needed her to call me. She had promised me that she would. When she finally did call me, it was clear that things had not gone well. My parents had answered the phone first. I dont know how they do that, but they always seem to answer the phone at the same time. It was really their house, though, so they knew the phone was usually for one of them anyway.

Gaby was a college student, and was studying in one of the few small, protected colleges left in California . Life was only slightly more comfortable here on the campus, as all students still only wore issued outfits, and as security was so tight, there was very little privacy anymore. Often Gaby found the boys staring at her with open lust as she walked to and from class, her sexy Latina ass showing off its curves barely concealed by the slim scrap of canvas. Her top did not help much either, especially when it rained.

I had been friends with Cathy Smith for only a few months. We were both . Our friendship had blossomed quite rapidly, though. We had both come to the same college after graduating from high school. It turns out that we didnt even live that far apart from each other, but because we didnt go to the same elementary or high schools, neither of us knew each other back then. Cathy had shared a lot with me about her past. Although her father had occasionally threatened to spank her during some of her more rebellious phases while growing up, and Cathy was certain that had he done so her mother

I put my left hand on her back, and raised my right hand, and brought it crashing down with full force right in the middle of her bottom, which quivered under the blow. As she cried, I left my hand there because I wanted to remind her, without words, that she still had something left to do. I began to dig my finger into her crack as a further reminder, which seemed to get her attention quickly. "Five," she said. I decided that the last five didnt need to be counted.

The state of the nation had changed so quickly, no one had been able to do anything about it. With so many terrorist attacks having taken place over the last few years, certain major cities had transformed into war zones and every civilian lived in fear, and struggled to survive. The police had cracked down, instituting curfews virtually nation wide; and for good reason! At night, armed civilians fighting for constitutional freedoms rallied in the streets and attempted to push back the