I entered, and she was laying in bed, curled under the blankets. Problem solved. She could have been anyone, any sexy cunt looking to be punished by me. To my shock she obeyed, going to the arm of the couch and bracing herself on the cushions. Posey was a teen now, she needed discipline. Nodding. “You think your spoiled ass is abused?”
She nodded, tracks of tears streaking down her face. I knocked on her door and she didn’t answer right away. No, I’d just been trying to get her to change. She glared at me as she entered and walked straight towards her room. I went back to my phone, ordering pizza and two pints of ice cream. I patted her back, my first pat a little low because I was looking at her face, the round of her ass being felt through the blankets instead. She was Posey. Molly was a moron. Erm, still just that pretty blonde color. I slapped her pussy lips again and felt a slight moisture there. She went limp and I continued until I too felt myself cum, “Ooooh Posey.” I groaned, gripping her ass tight in my hand as I unleashed myself, the load soaking my slacks with a wet stain.
