I even started packing a few things upand by the time it was time for bed I was exhausted. I took a few boxesover Sunday after church. The lighter one... as in a skirt and heels I surewasn't going to lug a box full of books up that flight of stairs. I didmake a second run that afternoon after changing to some jeans and moreappropriate shoes for moving boxes. I did have dinner at the bar andKathy teased me about how the new place was but cautioned me about havingtoo many keys made and handing them. “Mark, go sit next to your stepfather, we have a few things we need to discuss.”I sat down and looked at him, he just smiled, not giving anything away. It was then that I realized that mom was wearing a robe, something she only did late in the evenings or after a shower.“Mark, Tatiana, I have spoken to your father at length about what I saw before the weekend. The fact that you two get on so well that you sleep together is great and we just want to show our support for your relationship.”I. And I want him. Big time.Desire burns. For reasons only alcohol can explain, I need him to know. Had told myself as I sat facing the dresser mirror adjusting the dress straps that I was going to wait to reveal the surprise, but it's bursting to escape.The barman slithers my drink across by its base and I lean to my companion. Hush my voice near his ear. "And I'm not wearing panties."I straighten and catch his open-mouthed stare that turns into a broad grin. He takes a slug of spirit and I watch. ”“No Scott, not good enough. I warned you didn’t I?”Scott walked passed his Mum and as he entered the lounge said over his shoulder, “Look Mum, Mark knows you spank me and I knew you would spank me for being late so if you must spank me what the hell ….”Scott froze when he turned and looked in to the living room. His Grandma, Aunt Steph, and even his 18 year old sister Becky. All there. All open mouthed. Scott turned in panic. Being spanked by his Mum with Mark watching was one thing but not.