Mia had learned the tradition of corporal punishment had been in full effect when her mother had attended St. Christopher's because Sister Agatha, who...had apparently been there since the dawn of time, had recalled with fondness a few stories about Mia's mother. Apparently her mother had been a bit outspoken and mischievous and had made several trips to Father Tom's office to receive swats with his big wooden paddle. Apparently Father Tom had been quite strict, according to Sister Agatha.Even. Let me check," she whispered. With that, she sat up, pulled the waistband of my shorts down, and said, "Oh my...looks like you have some swelling here." She began to lightly stroke my penis and balls saying, "I think it's getting worse." I managed to get myself out of the t-shirt restraints, and cupped both of her breasts in my hands. She pulled them out of the nylon gown she was wearing and said they were sore from the collision and needed massaging. "You saw these the other night...do you. "So keep them," she smiled. "You'll need them if you're going to keep using my flat as a handy knocking shop. How many girls this time, darling? Three? Four?" Just the one today," I assured her.She looked at me in mock concern. "Only one? Darling, you're slipping. Maybe the stuff is wearing off."I promised to show her after work whether it was wearing off.I got to the flat ten minutes before I had told Yvonne to arrive but she was waiting outside in the street. She was clearly overjoyed to see. I had managed to set aside some money and knew I could help her pay off the bills and promptly sent her a check. That only helped to delay the inevitable.I was anxious when I was finally able to take a couple of weeks of leave. There wasn’t much left for me to help with when I got there. Renee had found a buyer for the house and had arranged to pay off the bills. Most of the house had been emptied out and there was only her double bed, a small sofa, and a few kitchen items. The only real.