Other times, spanking was public. Like when Chris came in from school and dumped her bags and didn’t wash up and just lounged watching TV. When Mart...n got home, he reminded her that the rule was that bags were tidied away unless being used for homework, and that it was her turn to do the breakfast washing up. She complained, yet again, that the dish washer was easier. He pointed out it wasn’t her choice. The next minute she was across his lap, her school skirt lifted, and her large, school. Like a mansion,” she said feeling totally underwhelmed. She wondered why someone living in this little house would require fancy dress for a friendly dinner.“Don’t worry about the appearance of the house,” Greg said. He stepped up to the door and knocked using the brass knocker on the door. It just seemed more appropriate than the doorbell.Robert, dressed in blue jeans and a tee shirt, answered the door. Seeing Greg, he said, “Hello, Mr. Anders. It is nice to see you again.”“Thank you, Master. You are to have our mutualfriend keep track of this on a pad of paper. You are to call me whenyou have arrived home at exactly Midnight. And violation of the rules would result in punishment, of that she was sure,but what it would be, she had no clue. Time was paying no attention to her dilemma and was passing by at what seemedo her as an accelerated rate, at 8:25 the phone rang. “Hello?” “Hi Babe, it’s me, Jen, I’m stuck in traffic and might bea little late” “That’s fine, I’m just finishing. .he just blasted away.He took his cock out of my shocked mouth and he slapped it a few times across my face. He laughed, and said ....there you are faggot. He zipped up and brushed by me almost knocking me over as I tried to get up from my knees.He disappeared into the darkness, as I was wondering ...what the hell just happened.I was not one of the most pleasant times I have had in the park. It did teach me a valuable lesson....what more closely who and what I went after. I was lulled into.