You must be punished. Now stand up and bend over, palms down on the desk.” You do as I say and I move behind you, raising your skirt up and over yo...r hips until your panty clad arse is exposed to my gaze. God, your sexy arse. I run my hand over the silky material of your panties, before I grab the waistband and roughly pull them down to your knees. I run my hand all over the luscious spheres, around and across, feeling the warmth of your flesh, then...smack! The sound fills the room and you. It was convenient for my parents too do this as theage difference between me and my youngest brother meant there werealways nappies around the house till I was 15 years old. It meant thatI had too sleep in the same room as my baby brother, and of course thatwas the nursery, where mommy and daddy had set up 2 cribs (cots in UK)along with a nice big change table. Every night I was nappied at thesame time as my baby brother, although I was allowed too stay up 1 hrlonger. If I was being punished. She had heard of them, but she was dubious—no more! Now she wanted all of those that she could get, and she could hardly wait for her next chance at it. Unfortunately, I was used up for this night, so she would just have to wait. We cuddled and went to sleep.I had another one of those strange dreams that night. This time I was ready when Mentor showed up. He opened the conversation with, “Hello, Doug. Well, I saw that you had a very interesting afternoon. That was a spectacular demonstration of. “That’s right, Mama. You and these two fine young pussies are all mine now. I’ll train you how to be good slaves.” He paused, admiring Rhonda’s sexy ass. “Mmm. I bet you’re jealous of your daughters, getting ass-raped good and hard. Well guess what, Mama? Now it’s YOUR turn. You can stop saying the slogan I gave you earlier, because now I’ve got a new one for you.”He leaned over, whispering in the mother’s ear even as she kept slurping loudly on Amanda’s snatch.“Mmm!!! Y-yes Sir,” she.