The good times are amazing - you're a Perfect 10 model - and thelows are the deepest trench - you're a worthless whore. And sometimes,like in this n...xt entry, I felt like both.Diary Entry: April 2009Men fawn. I own them. My hair is a sexy dark cherry, my brown eyeslike a doe. I can bat my long eyelashes and get whatever I want. Ipaint my face like a man's fantasy. Dark eyes, highlighted cheeks, somebronzer and cherry lips. My makeup is striking, but not hard. It fitsmy face and all. I was enjoying our frequent love making, and I didn't want to go a few days without. I looked at the countryside going past the window, at the open paddocks and the bush, and decided to be adventurous. "Have you ever thought about having sex in the bush?", I said.She paused for a minute. "Where would we go?" she said."There's plenty of bush along this road, we could pull off somewhere and make a little love nest for us", I replied."I'm feeling really horny now", she said. "Let's do it".I turned. Sir, why the cane? Oh, slut why do You question me? Have i not told You more than once that quesioning me is only going to make things worse on you. Yes Sir, but i hate the cane and please anything but this. He was being kind and using the skinny small one which even when i have ha a choice i have picked since it is a bit easier on me. After tanning my ass with the cane several times, is when He told me now i would get the big fat cane since i opened my mouth when i knew better. Whack, whack,. It was actually humiliating to be posed in front of Uncle this way! I heard a rustle of clothing and then she was bent next to me. She grasped my hand and I knew she was just as exposed as I was.Nothing prepared me for the shock of the first strike from Uncle’s hand! I cried out as it connected painfully to one cheek. Then he swatted the other cheek. I heard the next couple of swats but it was Aunt’s turn and she gasped loudly. He alternately beat both of our behinds and with every blow I could.