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Bike Light Batteries

Bike Light Batteries are an essential part of bike safety, and choosing the right battery can make a huge difference in your visibility on the roads and trails. Bike Light Batteries come in a variety of styles and sizes, so it is important to choose the right battery for your needs. Additionally, it is important to make sure that you buy Bike Light Batteries from a reputable source, so that you can be assured of quality and compatibility. Bike Light Batteries are an essential part of bike safety, and they will help you stay safe and visible while out on the roads and trails.

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What Wheel Color To Choose?

[theartisticcrow]

This is a post about light pollution and my absolute hatred of modern architecture and outdoor lighting.

This is not going to be a short post, but I had to get this anger and frustration off of my chest. Writing is the best way I know how to do that.

I have seen a great many stars fall from the sky. Most recently when I was out in the field in front of my house, roughly a month ago, and I was wandering around, listening to Queen on my headphones, and as I looked over towards the road, I saw a star fall from the sky. I stood there for a moment, unmoving, staring up at the part of the sky where I saw that beautiful flash of light as one life ended and it felt as though mine had only recently begun, and I thought to myself how this one was different from others that I had seen. It lasted longer, about two full seconds. I continued walking, a little happy yet also a little sad. How tragic it is, what humans will do to obtain power. They oppress people, they choose the cheapest options to save money that they do not need, and rarely do they seem to think things through. They'll do anything to get the people into their grasp. They will even steal the sky from us.

How fascinated we used to be with the stars, but not anymore, because the night sky looked so much different three hundred, four hundred years ago. People used to be able to look out their windows at night and see the entire galaxy. What do we get? A few specks of light scattered throughout the sky if we're lucky? If it is not a boring, grey abyss? I should not have to drive four days into the middle of the wilderness to see the night sky as it truly is. No one should have to put up with this. I remember, when I was fourteen or thirteen, when they built a big house on the property next to where I lived, with blacked out windows, a basketball court and a swimming pool. The owners were rarely ever there, and when they were, they were terribly obnoxious with their parties and loud music, perhaps not realising how exactly sound manages to travel through that part of the island. And yet, for some reason, they felt the need to install a big floodlight which did not even shine onto their own property, but rather the field in front of my house. It shined directly into my parents window, and so often did I wish I could shoot it with an arrow. Now, my family did not own the property that we lived on. We rented a house there and in the day, the property functioned as a business. I recall the day that they installed a floodlight shining over the small parking lot. I hated it then and I still hate it now. The only reason I did not throw rocks at it until it broke was because I did not want to accidentally set fire to the building, or get evicted. Not to mention, my parents would know that it was I who knocked down the light.

But it was so frustrating, because no one is there at night except for my family and our neighbours (until the landlord kicked them out so that she could use the space as her own personal office), so why should they need a floodlight at all? And why must it stretch so far across the property? I did not live out in the middle of nowhere, as much as it used to feel like it at times. There was plenty forest and farmland surrounding the area, but beyond that was just city and suburbs. It used to feel like the only place where you didn't have to see the ugly architecture of the city, but even it caught up eventually. The house that the obnoxious neighbours built was only one example. In the distant hills, there appeared more lights than there used to be, and when I stood at the top of the hill on the property and looked out over the land, I did not used to be able to see the cranes in the distance constructing five or seven story condos. I used to not have to worry about security cameras watching me. I used to be able to wander around in darkness. I used to be able to see the stars. There were many stars at one point, scattered throughout the night sky. It was not the entire galaxy, but it was still a nice sight. I used to see the stars, and now I get little more than the big dipper constellation. Some nights, I am not sure that I can see anything at all, especially when it is a night where there are more cars passing by than usual, and you cannot even see the road when they pass, because their headlights are so unnecessarily blinding.

The night itself used to have a different colour: orange and yellowish, not horrifically bright, but now it is plagued by sterile white lights. I might like to write a complaint to whichever council, board, or committee is in charge of architecture and construction and suchlike in this city, if only I knew how. But even then, I have little belief that it would make a difference, for I would be only one voice with no one to join me. We are capable of change, I am sure of it, but if only I knew exactly how. If only I knew exactly who were the right people to talk to, how to reach them, and what to say. If only more people knew how, then maybe we could recognise that we are not alone. People don't see the point in trying, for they do not feel like putting in that sort of effort because they do not believe it will make a difference if they as an individual do not participate. But tell me, how many individuals think that? How many of you people believe that your voice does not make a difference? Alone, it might not, but when placed among thousands of others who share that same belief, it makes a huge difference! Imagine what we could achieve if we all stood up together and called for action. Imagine if people realised just how much they are actually capable of, and imagine if they actually took the steps to do that thing.

It is not impossible that I could make a revolutionary change in my country, or my community at least, if I really put my mind to it. If I gathered people together, devised some kind of plan, or used all of my writing capabilities to speak against what I believe the government is doing wrong, it's not unrealistic to say that I could make an impact. Now imagine if an entire city's worth of people did that. Do you know how much is actually possible? Do you know how much could have already happened if we didn't wait until the fate of the world was on the line? If only I knew exactly how. If only I had the resources and information. If only I was more willing to take up more responsibility and actually start trying to do something. Ah, but what might parents say if I told them I needed to be driven to the post office to send a letter addressed to the city council? I'm sure they'd be supportive, but it might be an awkward conversation, especially if they tell me it probably won't do anything. And alas, I am a coward.

Look at this entire post. Look at what I have managed to write on such short notice because I felt like it. Imagine what I could do if I were given the right opportunity. This entire post, and all because I was pissed that I could barely see the northern lights those few months ago when it was the only chance I might ever get, only to be disappointed because of that FUCKING FLOODLIGHT THAT MY BITCH OF A LANDLORD DECIDED TO INSTALL FOR NO FUCKING REASON.

[pseudo-ersatz]

A deviation from the illustrations...

Bicycles are a -slight- obsession of mine. I sculpt tools, fidgets, furniture, and art out of bike parts. My biggest and constantly ongoing project is my second-most form of transport: El Bikamino. It features a detachable longboard, four cargo bags, steel ruler fenders, mule deer antlers (with lights), and a sound-activated rainbow LED strip so I never get hit by a car at night (again). All this in a collapsable frame so it can be shoved into a car for travel.

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Keeping your bike clean and running smoothly, a proper wash is essential to maintain it's longevity

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Uno Minda Led Light For Bike

Backlights can be used in various forms like brake lights, tail lights, wheel valve cap lights, and turn lights. These light bulbs help others to tell the driver to use the brake or reduce the speed of the vehicle.

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How Does a Waterproof Electric Cargo Bike Work?

If you are looking for a waterproof electric cargo bike, you have probably come across a couple different models. But you are probably wondering how a cargo bike works. Well, let us help you choose the best one for your family! Here are some of the things to consider before buying a waterproof electric cargo bike.

First, you must decide if you need to use a child bike seat or a cargo bike. A child bike seat is a great option for children between 12 months and four years. The child seat should be installed in the rear part of the bike. If the child is older, then you should have a passenger handlebar. Lastly, make sure to add extra accessories to your bike, like a cargo rack, panniers, and wheel covers. You can also get guards for little feet, which are great if you plan to ride on the road with your kids.

Safety and Security

In addition to safety and security, you must also invest in quality locks. A waterproof electric cargo bike is more susceptible to theft, so make sure you get a high-quality lock for it. Also, you must buy a good insurance cover, or a special one for cargo bikes. In addition to ensuring your bike is secure, you must also take care of its maintenance. In addition to the proper locks, it is crucial to keep the cargo bike in good condition and protect it from theft.

History

A cargo bike has a richhistory. Its design dates back to 1877. In 1877, the inventors of this bike, James Starley, designed three different models of carrier bikes. The first two were wooden and very functional, and soon after, iron versions were invented. The first cargo bike models were not equipped with gears or other features. They had a large wooden box placed on top of the horizontal front axle, which hinged with the main frame. Regardless of the materials used to build the cargo bikes, they still had a long history.

Models of Waterproof Electric Cargo Bikes

If you decide to purchase a waterproof electric cargo bike, it is important to choose a high-quality model with a high torque motor and a long range.Electric bikesmay also have a higher range and look cleaner than their mechanical counterparts. You should also consider the type of motor that will be installed on the bike. Some cargo bikes can be retrofitted with motors - a great option if you don't have the technical know-how to install the motor yourself.

Other Choice

In addition to waterproof electric cargo bikes, pedelecs are another option. Known ase-assist bikes, these bicycles have electric motors that assist the rider. When pedaling, an electric motor kicks in and the electric motor cuts out when freewheeling, or reaching the legal limit. You can even ride with a cargo bike with two people! These bicycles will help you get around the city without stressing out your back!

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My New Bike

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Trek CarBack Radar Rear Bike Light Review: Impressive Radar Performance and a Light Visible from 2KM

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Fog Lights: How They Function and When to Apply Them

As drivers, we are accustomed to navigating various weather conditions, from sunny days to rain-soaked streets. However, one of the most challenging scenarios to encounter on the road is thick fog. In such conditions, visibility can plummet, creating hazardous situations for drivers and passengers alike. This is where fog lights step in, serving as crucial aids in enhancing visibility and ensuring safe navigation through foggy conditions. In this guide, we'll delve into the functionality of fog lights, explore when to use them, and shed light on their importance in ensuring road safety.

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Understanding Fog Lights

Fog lights are specialized lighting fixtures installed in vehicles to improve visibility during foggy, misty, or other low-visibility conditions. Unlike headlights or high beams, which are designed to illuminate the road ahead at a distance, fog lights are positioned low on the front bumper of the vehicle and emit a wide, flat beam pattern. This unique positioning and beam pattern help to cut through the fog and reduce glare, allowing drivers to see the road surface more clearly without illuminating the fog itself.

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When to Use Fog Lights

Knowing when to use fog lights is crucial for maximizing their effectiveness and ensuring road safety. While many drivers may instinctively turn on their fog lights whenever they encounter reduced visibility, it's essential to understand the specific conditions that warrant their use.

Fog lights should be used primarily in situations where visibility is significantly reduced due to fog, mist, snow, or heavy rain. When visibility drops below 100 meters (328 feet), it's time to switch on your fog lights to enhance your ability to see and be seen by other drivers. Additionally, fog lights can be beneficial in urban environments with tall buildings or dense traffic, where ambient light may be obstructed, leading to reduced visibility.

However, it's important to note that fog lights are not intended for use in clear or dry conditions, as their intense glare can dazzle other drivers and create unnecessary distractions. Using fog lights inappropriately can also reduce the effectiveness of your headlights and increase the risk of accidents. Therefore, it's crucial to exercise discretion and only activate your fog lights when visibility is severely impaired.

The Importance of Proper Usage

Understanding when and how to use fog lights is essential for ensuring road safety and preventing accidents in low-visibility conditions. Proper usage of fog lights not only improves your visibility but also makes your vehicle more conspicuous to other drivers, reducing the likelihood of collisions and near misses.

Uno Minda, a leading provider of automotive lighting solutions, emphasizes the importance of proper fog light usage in enhancing road safety. By equipping vehicles with high-quality fog lights and educating drivers on their correct usage, Uno Minda aims to mitigate the risks associated with low-visibility conditions and promote safer driving practices on the road.

Conclusion

In conclusion, fog lights play a crucial role in enhancing visibility and ensuring road safety during foggy, misty, or other low-visibility conditions. Positioned low on the front bumper of the vehicle, fog lights emit a wide, flat beam pattern that cuts through the fog and reduces glare, allowing drivers to see the road surface more clearly.

Knowing when to use fog lights is key to maximizing their effectiveness and preventing accidents. Fog lights should be activated when visibility drops below 100 meters (328 feet) due to fog, mist, snow, or heavy rain. However, it's essential to use fog lights judiciously and avoid activating them in clear or dry conditions, as this can create unnecessary glare and distractions for other drivers.

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By understanding the purpose of fog lights and adhering to proper usage guidelines, drivers can enhance their visibility on the road and contribute to safer driving conditions for themselves and others. With UNO Minda's commitment to providing high-quality automotive lighting solutions, drivers can navigate low-visibility conditions with confidence, knowing that they have the support of reliable fog lights to guide their way.

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Baybee, Plastic, Large, Music, Rechargable Battery,Electric Kids Bike, Kids Ride, Baby bike, Led Light, Usb Port, 2 to 5 years, Boys, Girls

🏍️★Easy to Ride★ Kids ride on electric bike can shift forward/ backward level by using control button. you can control variable speed of bike by foot accelerator with safe speed.

🏍️★Authentic Driving Experience★ This kid’s Atv electric bike has an inbuild music button, working headlight, USB Port, multimedia buttons, on and off switch, foot accelerator, simply press the Forward-Backward switch then press the accelerator to move with realistic engine sounds are fun and interactive for kids and It gives a realistic driving experience for your kids.

🏍️★4 Wear-Resistant Tires ★ The tires with anti-skid pattern can effectively increase the friction with the road surface, allowing kids to ride on various flat surfaces and the electric bike features 4 wheels Atv bike design to keep children's balance and free them from the danger of falling over.

🏍️★Safe & Durable Material ★ Made of safe environmentally friendly plastic material. This ride on bike is durable and harmless to human body. Moreover, it comes with a rechargeable battery and charger adapter, allowing kids to enjoy 40mits of playtime. The charging time is about 8-12 hours each time.

🏍️★Stylish LED Lights ★ Bright LED lights on Front brighten up the dark surroundings for safe driving. It’s cool and realistic look like a real bike can stimulate the interest of children, the product requires easy self-assembling. Instruction manual provided with the package and comes with a charger It is a perfect gift for kids 2 to 5 years.

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First Smoke 🚬

💨・・・l. howlett x fem!reader

rating. m

word count. 2.5k

synopsis. you were everything logan shouldn't want. young, religious, and innocent. you were sweet to everyone. and you've never been touched. logan wants to be your first everything.

warnings. age gap relationship (reader is 21, Logan is nearing 50) , religious reader, innocent reader, smoking, shotgunning smoke, dubious consent, dry humping, spanking, a bit of toxic relationship dynamics, logan is not a good person, not edited

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You’ve always been attracted to Logan Howlett. From his strong build—broad shoulders, the fine lines of veins on his arms—to his carefree disposition. You liked the way he carried himself, confident, lumbering, like his dick was too big between his legs. You especially liked his belts. The thick, worn, leather. The large buckle was always either silver or bronze, engraved with a design.

It was a worldly lust, one you shunned for many years growing up. One you tried to pray away. A test from God to see if you could remain devout. And for a while, you were doing so good. You kept your left for him down, you prayed for the strength to face him everyday.

And then he offered you a drink.

You were back the next day, and the next, and the next. All with the promise of great pleasure and even greater corruption. You prayed every night for forgiveness and went back to commit more sins, more atrocities against your body. You never let Logan take your virginity, but he did penetrate you with his fingers nearly every day. You’ve seen his erect cock, long and thick, 8 to 9 inches of solidity, while he jerked off while fingering you. He came on your belly, just nearly missing your cunt.

You sat like a pretty, little doll in Logan's garage in white stockings with flower designs on them, a white dress dotted in lilacs that went down to your shins, a white cardigan you knitted yourself, and your iconic mary janes heels. You fiddled with the pearl necklace sitting delicately on your collarbones while your heels clicked and your cardigan fell slightly off your shoulder.

Logan was shirtless, the muscles of his sweat covered back flexing as he rummaged through his toolbox. He was beautiful, sun-kissed, pants hanging low on his lips with that thick belt of his. His hair stuck slightly to the nape of his neck.

After a moment, he grunted, closed his toolbox, and reached into his pocket for a lighter while going over to grab a cigar. He placed the thick thing between his lips and flicked his lighter.

“Isn't that dangerous, Mr. Howlett? Lighting a cigar around grease and oil and gasoline?” You ask softly, watching him take a long drag before blowing the smoke. He looked at you with a quirked brow. “Don’t worry about it, doll.” He sat down on an old chair across the garage out of the sun, fingers motioning you over to sit in his lap as you always did. He loved you in his lap, your frame so pretty on top of him, the way you squirm.

Your eyes flickered to the open garage door, rolled up all the way to let the waning sunlight in. “I can't, Mr. Howlett. Someone will see us.” And that someone will recognize you as the pastor’s daughter and inform your father that you were caught in his lap. Canoodling with not only a man, but a man twice your age. He’d never let you out of the house again.

Logan glanced out of the door. “Nah, we’re hidden behind the bike.” A lie that fell too smoothly from his lips. You both were in the corner, in the shade. Eyes would glaze right over your bodies. No one would notice you two unless they were truly taking the time to look. People rarely ever did.

You seemed to calm a little at his words and carefully made your way over to his little corner where he lounged. Logan offered out a hand to keep you steady as you hiked up the skirt of your dress a little and straddled his thighs. You placed your hands on his chest to balance yourself. You liked the hair on his chest that led down his rock solid abdomen. There was a single vein leading down below the belt.

You looked back over your shoulder at the open garage door, eyeing the street as a car passed by. Logan noticed the worry pressing wrinkles to your face, the doubt in your eyes and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him instead of the street. Smoke came out of his nose slightly, “stop worrying.”

He took another long drag of his cigar and watched with amusement as you eyed the thing curiously. “You don't want none of this, baby. It’s too strong for you.” Logan’s hand stroked your thigh through your stockings. Your lips unintentionally formed into a small pout. You were used to being told no in your life, but Logan never did. You liked the freedom that came with being with him, even if that was at the expense of your soul. You were making dealings with the devil.

Logan sucked up smoke into his mouth and grabbed you firmly at the back of the head, pulling you in to press your lips to his. He blew the smoke between your lips and let it fill your mouth and billow down your throat. Breaking away, began to cough into the back of your hand.

“I told you; too strong for a little babydoll like you.”

The taste lingered on your lips and in your mouth, smokey, bitter. How could he possibly enjoy this stuff? He smoked and drank like it was nothing but you had remained abstemious your entire life, you weren't accustomed to the taste yet. More importantly, your lips had tasted his lips. He had so suddenly stolen your first kiss from you.

You whispered to him, “that was my first kiss.”

“Oh baby,” Logan leaned forward, chuckling softly. “That wasn't a kiss. I can show you what a real kiss looks like.” He took his cigar from his mouth, enjoying the way you shuddered as his prickly facial hair brushed against your cheek. He kissed you because he could, because he wanted to, because he knew if he didn't steal your first kiss from your delicate hands, someone else would. He had to take everything from you, be your first everything, possess you wholly.

You were awkward, squirming, unsure of what to do with your mouth, your tongue. Logan held you by the hips, pulling you ever closer, tasting of smoke, whiskey, and bad decisions rolled into one. His tongue pressed to yours, tracing and exploring every crevice of your mouth. He was not gentle with you. You were no child, you could handle it.

Your lips tasted like a medley of fruit from your lip balm and toothpaste. You were fresh, clean, so terribly pure that every lick of his tongue against yours, every orgasm he drew out of you dirtied you in the mud of sin. Your hands were clawing at his shoulders, your hips pressed down into his lap with the help of his hands.

Another car went past and you leaped away from his kiss, panting. “Someone’s going to see us, Mr. Howlett. My father will kill both of us.” Logan didn't seem to care all that much. He pulled the skirt of your dress up and pulled you down until your body pressed flush with his. Your little cunt pressed right to the large buckle of his belt.

He reached between your legs and found a weak spot in your stockings, jabbing his finger through and ripping the lacy fabric through the middle to access your pretty center. You were wearing another pair of cotton panties, white, with a little bow on the front. “Mr. Howlett.” You whined at your ruined article of clothing. You’d never be able to explain it to your parents. “Listen to me. We can't, not here.”

“We'll be fine, doll.” He grunted, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. Logan was so much stronger than you, his hand forcing you to press yourself down onto him, your cotton-covered clit catching along the design of his buckle. You gasped, shuddering, your eyes growing heavy. Your hands on his shoulders, rubbing his chest. You weren't like you were before. Timid. Afraid. You were scandalous in a way you never thought you would be. You took the time to grind your hips against his buckle, finding just the right ridge to play with your clit.

How he's tainted you.

Logan leaned back, smoking with a serene smirk while he watched you take your pleasure against his belt. It was quite the show. Your fingers against his solid chest, your eyes fluttered to a close, the way you humped him almost like a desperate bitch in heat. Dulcet moans passed your lips like a song, silky and sweet with a touch of depravity.

“Oooh– Mr. Howlett~” You liked all the bumps and ridges of the design on his buckle, the way it all tickled your pussy at just the right spots and angles. Logan stroked your hip with his free hand, smoking with his other. You were all whiny and squeaky, already falling apart in his lap. He’s made you something monstrous, disgusting. And you liked it.

You were soaking through your panties. Any other time you would have been humiliated, the sin of your lust. But oh, you were hitting all the right spots and you couldn't hear anything beyond the ringing in your ears. Someone could have walked right into Logan's garage and witnessed you pleasuring yourself on his belt of all things and you would have hardly noticed.

Logan, thoroughly amused, took a long drag from his cigar and blew it into your face. You felt a little hazy, whining a little. “Stop.” He did it again, smiling and chuckling lowly as you squirmed. “I can get the whiskey out again, doll. You seem to enjoy yourself better when you’re drunk.”

You shook your head. “Nuh uh, let me– let me keep going. I'm…enjoying myself– just fine.” You squeaked as you found a little nub to rub your bundle of nerves across. You could feel everything as if you didn't have any panties on at all. Your underwear stuck to your cunt like a second sink, so thin that it might as well not be there in the first place.

You were a sensitive little thing. Getting you to cum was an easy task. A few clicks at your clit, a few dirty words in your ear, and you were melting into a puddle in his lap. This time, you were doing it all by yourself, showing off all you had learned. But there was nothing quite satisfying about that. Logan liked his unwavering control over you.

So as you teetered towards the edge of relief, Logan grunted, “Don't you cum until I tell you to.” There was a warning hidden behind his voice. There would be consequences if you disobeyed. You were used to obeying, you just found a new master to serve. 

You cried softly. “No, no, no, ‘m so close,” you slurred, rutting your hips like a wild animal. Logan tapped his cigar off the side of the chair before placing it back between his lips. “Don't you dare, doll.” It threatened unknown possibilities, an infinity of punishments. “I’ll march you out into the street and finger you in the front yard. Everyone will see you for the slut you are.”

He’d never actually do it. Logan would like to keep the sight of you cumming to himself alone, but the threat was enough to keep you at bay, to keep his firm control over you.

You shook your head wildly, still rubbing and humping, tears pricking your eyes. “No, please–” You wept at the thought of being ousted from your community, disowned by your family, made to be some shameless whore on the street. A man like Logan would never marry you. He'd never make you his wife. He liked playing with the hearts of little girls like you, who didn't know any better.

So you try your best not to cum with tears streaking your face, tears that only make Logan harder. You look so pretty when you cry. Partially from pleasure, partially from fear, maybe some pain. Your legs trembled with the weight of an orgasm denied.

You went like this for 2 orgasms. Your pussy rubbed red and puffy through your panties, a wet patch on the crotch of his pants from your dripping cunt. “I can't! I can't, Mr. Howlett.” You were sobbing hysterically. Your entire body shook violently with your next orgasm that rushed you like a freight train and came with a hot flash throughout your entire body.

Logan watched you cum on his belt, pussy pulsing and rubbing. You almost went cross-eyed, how cute. Your cheeks were dripping wet with salty tears he could just lick right off your face if he so desired. He liked seeing you cry, liked the way you sobbed like you had no sense.

You were panting, aching, nearly fell right off his lap if he didn't catch you. “‘m sorry, ‘m sorry. Please don't take me to the yard. My– my family will never look at me the same.” You murmured out your words, still crying like a baby.

“I ain't gonna take you to the yard, doll.” Logan, thoroughly amused by your panic, guided you to lay over his lap with your ass facing the open garage door. “I am gonna give you a spanking though.” He smiled at the whimper you let out; his hand flipping up your skirt to reveal your ripped stockings and soaked through panties.

You were reminded of when you were a little girl, in your father's lap when he would spank you for doing something bad. You wiggled and writhed with anticipation, fingers gripping his thigh. Logan soothed his hand over the soft skin of your ass as he gripped great handfuls of flesh into his palms.

The first one came with a great ring of skin against skin. You yelped, lunging forward. More tears, more childish crying. Logan rubbed the spot where he spanked you to soothe the pain. “Quiet down. You don't want anyone to get curious, do you?” You shook your head with feverish intent. You couldn't have anyone looking this way, watching you get spanked, reporting back to your father.

Logan raised his hand and brought it down against your other asscheek. You bit your lip to stifle the sob that threatened to leave you. You did the same when he spanked you again and again, biting so hard you could taste the metallic beginnings of blood.

In total, Logan spanked you 15 times before he deemed it enough and let you up. You were shaking like a startled dog, your once neat, pinned up hair now ruined, your dress wrinkled, your stockings ripped. You were a beautiful mess. His beautiful mess. He was ruining you.

“Come here, babydoll.” Logan coaxed you towards him as he put out his cigar in the ashtray nearby. He took you by the hips and pulled you back into his lap. You were so small and meek, you didn't even fight.

Logan brushed your hair out of your face, carefully fixing it back up with various bands and clips until it looked reasonably neat again. He was gentle for once, taking your chin in between his fingers, and he kissed you. He was tender with that too, licking the blood from your bottom lip with a smile.

Logan always had a habit of destroying his favorite toys.