A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit

17wouldn’t do to have a hobo as our representative. ButI digress.Penny Ann rearranged me in her lap, makingsure that I was teed up and primed. I knew what toexpect. She was preparing to blitz me.The blitz is really the heart and soul of aspanking. She had been slowly and methodicallysmacking my bottom in a predictable tempo, workingup one cheek and back down the other. Every spankdesigned to build up the heat and increase thediscoloration of my sitmedown. By then I was deep inthe zone and perfectly mentally prepared to beblitzed.Actually no matter how experienced or whophardened you become you are never truly prepared tobe blitzed. The spanks rained down fast and furious. Icouldn’t help myself, I gyrated and kicked my legsspastically. I punched the air and shook my head inbewilderment as her leather hand landed randomly inan alarmingly unpredictable manner. A blitz attackmay only last a few seconds but it seems like aneternity.I lay panting and inert across her knees tryingto get my breath back and to stop my pounding heartfrom leaping out from below my blouse. It was adizzying sensation and I was in Nixdown heaven. Itwas clearly time for champagne.