“What’s R.J. stand for?” she asked and they all laughed.
“Richard James Blackmore,” he answered. “Why?”
“Well, when I yell at you, and I’m sure I will, I want to be able to call you by your whole name,” she answered, laughing. They all laughed.
R.J. lifted her and flipped her over his lap. “What are you doing?” she screamed, laughing harder.
“Showing you what I’ll do when you yell at me,” he said, and began smacking her ass with the flat of his hand.
THE END