She strode towards the spanking chair, her face calm but etched with purpose. The antique ebony hairbrush glinted menacingly in the sunlight. It was t...e realisation of Jessie's worst nightmares, a sign that this would be a long and extremely painful spanking indeed."No, Mummy, NO," Jessie wailed in a high, quavering voice, "not the BRUSH, please not the brush, it HURTS too much, PLEASE MUMMY don't SPANK me with the HAIRBRUSH -"Marion ignored Jessie's fervent pleas, seating herself comfortably. She began rubbing my left cheek, “I started wearing them about three months ago. I love the way my naked cheek feels rubbing against my clothes. Or if I wear a skirt feeling the air blow across my ass feels sooo good,” she elongated the last two words in a way I am not sure I have ever heard before in my life. We both turned our attention back to the couple on the ground. They had moved the figure that was kneeling was now standing up right leaned over hands on the ground. The other figure was. ’ I said. ‘I’m not expecting an admission that he did that to her himself.’ Cindy said drily. ‘Neither am I.’ I said, cryptically. That got two pairs of Angel Eyes peering at me, and confused looks on the faces of my young Detectives… * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * At 8:30am, I had a very angry Cassie Sanderson in the lobby of my Police Headquarters. I told Cindy that we would just have to do this the formal way. ‘Hello, Mrs. Sanderson,’ I said, appearing in the lobby. ‘Would you please step. Then she did something different, she left the wine bottle planted in my upturned cunt and then when and got the other full bottle from the bar fridge and a couple of glasses. She popped the cork and sat it on the floor next to the bed before she went back to work fucking me with the wine bottle again and slapping my poor little clit. This time as my orgasm started to build, Tegan continued her efforts with the wine bottle before whipping it out and then jamming the neck of the cold full bottle.