She had to be at least six foot four inches tall – towering over me. Beat like she just spent more than you make in a week on shoes!”
“I did not do that, Sir!” Mom managed to gasp out, while under the weight of Eddie’s paddle. It was going to send me in the wrong direction. I tucked it away. Whether I understood why or not really didn’t matter because I was in the thick of it – this was my mother’s annual adult Christmas party, and I fully understood why she thought I was not ready. When I pack this candy cane so far up your ass it comes out of your throat, you are going to skip over to that Winner’s circle, thank me, praise me, and give it your all! I wondered the same thing, and your mom told me that I won’t know until I try it!”
I whispered a reminder, “You aren’t supposed to say Mom! It’s not too late for any of you twats to join the losers?”
None of them did – silence. She looked sad but defiantly held her mouth open. The weirdest part was that all of these women consented to this! Blitzen was like a heavy tank – there was no way I could make her squeal or groan the way some of the
