tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24880918842316010552012-02-16T19:55:41.815-08:00In the United States you have to be at least eighteen before you can read this material.Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488091884231601055.post-55526449739761104862011-06-30T22:41:00.000-07:002011-06-30T22:41:54.602-07:00Characters: The Doctor and his Brat<br />Topic: July Challenge<br />Title: Skinny Dipping.<br />Waning: All mistakes are mine, and maybe a swat or two.<br />Special Thank you Natasha for betaing for me.<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />“Oh come on, it will be fun.” My brat wiggled closer to me.<br /><br />“No,” I told him, giving him a light smack on his bare butt.<br /><br />“You’re a spoil sport,” He whined and rolled over onto his beach towel.<br /> I could hear the other young men running past us and splashing into the water, “Go,” I told him giving his ass a firm but not a hard swat.<br />He gave me a smile and a kiss on the cheek and was gone before I could change my mind. I smiled as I watched is well toned ass run away from me. “Be careful,” I yelled after him. He turned and waved, blowing random kisses at me and the crowd. His body parts bounced as he ran backwards. I smiled again; it’s not every day that we go skinny dipping in the ocean.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488091884231601055-5552644973976110486?l=carolscorners.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488091884231601055.post-84187445378921655162011-06-27T09:54:00.000-07:002011-06-27T09:54:40.781-07:00Shakespeare Challenge.<br />The Doctor and his Brat.<br />Warning all mistake are mine. <br /><br />My brat head was on my shoulder we were laid out on the sofa chest to chest. His long legs were between mine. My one arm held him tight to me as the other hand gently rub his bare back to get him to calm down; his bottom was still a lovely shade of red, from the spanking he got not that long ago. I whispered softy to him to get him to settle down some. His snot, tears and saliva soak my shirt but I didn’t care as long as he knew I still loved him. I could still see a few hand prints on the back of his legs. I kissed his forehead he looked at me.<br /><br />“We’re good?” He asked with a shaky breath as he rubbed his face into my shirt.<br /><br />“Always” I told him giving him a one arm hug kissing his forehead again “Did you learn anything from this?” I asked I always do sometimes I get an answer, sometimes I get a shrug. This time I felt him nod into my chest. “What?”<br /><br />“When to brat and not to brat” He told me giving me a silly smile.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488091884231601055-8418744537892165516?l=carolscorners.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0