Ménage

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"Over my knee, angel-girl. Right now." H There was no use in trying to delay the inevitable or even glancing in Andrew's direction. Neither of them ever interfered when the other had decided to discipline me. And it wasn't like Brian didn't have just cause.
I had wanted to go out with my friends last night. It was one of my best friend's birthdays and there was a group of us taking her out.
Of course, I had to ask permission, but, as I had been generally well behaved that weekend, they agreed, with Brian's stipulation that I take his big 4-wheel drive truck, because the weathermen were predicting snow and my light little sports car didn't handle well at all in snow. I was told to be in no later than ten, and I couldn't get them to extend it any later because they didn't want me driving a half hour home in a foot of snow, regardless of what vehicle I was taking. Pouting and whining was just going to get my seat warmed, so I settled for ten before they started backing it up to 9 p.m. or
... even earlier, or retracted their - 22 - permission entirely and packed me off to bed with a thoroughly blistered butt.MoreLess
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