‘Where did you get this?!’ Hank gawped at the paper. His glance fell upon the return address. ‘Who’s Black1?’ ‘Why don’t you just tell m... the truth?’ Hillary’s anger was palpable. Her blonde ringlets were shivering. ‘Look, look wait! It was, it was a gag, all right, it was a joke—’ ‘Then how come you said you didn’t know anything about it? It doesn’t matter, you’re a liar,’ she spat. Eyes blazing, she picked up her purse and flounced out of the restaurant, pausing only long enough to grab the. ..I guess I don't have one mom, I didn't even think about it!" Then how about Mary?" she said, "It's close enough to your own namethat it'll be easy to remember, and it's a very feminine name on topof that." Okay...I guess...just call me Mary then."Mom asked me to stay dressed for the rest of the day, which I did,but I felt lost with the sudden loss of familiar pockets, and the waythose jellied blobs in my bra bounced, well, it was really different.Each time I looked in the mirror I was shocked. I made her climb on it and lean forward over the back while on her knees.Richard: The first spanking wasn’t nearly hard enough.Jen: Oh, but it did hurt. My bottom ached all night.Richard: I do NOT believe you!Jen dropped her head.I moved her hands behind her back, crossed them, and held them both with one of my hands. I tucked her skirt into our hands and laid into tiny panty-covered ass with a strong, firm spanking. Her little ass was dancing in a matter of seconds. What a sweet sexy. ”“Gee, thanks, Cinnamon.”Armed with a flashlight and dressed in a sweatshirt and latex gloves, I led the way down into the low-ceilinged basement. I’m not sure you can actually call this a basement. It was more like a deep area in the crawlspace that only extended under the kitchen. At some time in the distant past it was used as a fruit cellar for canned goods. A shelf held a series of canning jars, covered with layers of dirt but full of unidentifiable foodstuffs. They all had paper labels on.