“You realize that’s the first real smile I’ve seen?”“I can see where Jules gets her sense from,” I said.“Not from me,” he said, “I�...m just a dumb jarhead farmer. Cheryl is the brains of this outfit.”I looked at my watch. It was after ten. “I guess I need to turn in if I’m up early,” I said.“Cheryl and Ness will be disappointed,” he said. “They are enjoying chatting.”“Oh, the girls come to bed when they are ready,” I said. “I need my beauty sleep far more than they do.”We walked back into the. I opened my mouth and she shoved a gag in that had a cock sticking out. I was led into the living room and shoved to the floor. She had me lean over the foot stool. She got out the paddle and started spanking me. I moved so she tied me down and hit me harder. Then she got out the crop. The sting was more intense and she said it left nice marks. When she went to get the crop she called two girl friends and had them come over. When they showed up Carolyn was pushing a large butt. ” you answer. Her face lights up. A smile appears on her face as she hurries from behind the bar.“You must be John!” she exclaims as she vigorously shakes your free hand, “I’m Mary. But most of the students here call me Ma.”“Ma…” you repeat ponderously. It has a certain ring of appropriateness about it. She appears to be in her late forties or early fifties; about the same age as most parents of college age students would be. You get the feeling that she is both compassionate and loving. But. ”“Come and sit next to me,” encouraged Beatrix. “Come and tell me all about yourself, do you have a girlfriend?”Jerome looked at the door from which Heather had just departed, ”I had hoped, but no, I have never had a girlfriend.”“And just how old are you Jerome?”“I turned eighteen last month.”“Nice, I think I want to get to know you much better, would you like that?”“Yes, I think I would like that.”Beatrix smiled at Jerome, “Do you know why Heather needed to go to the square?”“No, not really, I.