"Flares again on repeated spanks slower to fade this time as we got into our stride iridescent blue fickered over the whole glass-like fanny area like a false color image of pain."

The lightning flashed green above the razor sharp peaks as we dragged the apparently empty cage outside onto the ice. Muffled in our padded outfits, fishing for the brats by touch approxiamated the classic finding a black cat in a coal cellar. Several escaped, but then we only wanted one each. We dragged a squirming lump of empty air to a snow hillock and posed them in a classic OTK position. We took a swig of rotgut whiskey. Jim announced to no one in particular, "This is going to hurt you a hell of a lot worse than its gooing to hurt us." We exposed our hands, cringing to the bite of the 40-degrees below wind and proceeded to spank.

At the fist slap bright yellow blossomed. Fading in seconds but outlining palms worth of buttock-cheek thigh. Flares again on repeated spanks slower to fade this time as we got into our stride iridescent blue fickered over the whole glass-like fanny area like a false color image of pain. Ripples spiraled, travelled through the whole body outlining an image faint as glass in water of twin waifs scowling with impotent rager with waterglass color hair, grey eyes. A faint wailing escaped from our captives exactly like the wind through the canyons.

We let it go at that. Released the girls and watched as disembodied dull brown spank spots swifly fading wobbled their way into the dusk. We had no more 'Poltagist' activity.