He just shrugged. "I hate that school."Sophia's nostrils flared. What horrible timing it had been because then Ramon, Oscar's father walked in from wo...k. He looked tired. He was a carwash man down at the Rep Carpet Carwash."What's going on?" He asked concerned when he saw his wife and son in a serious mood."You're SON has been skipping school! I mean school just started this week for crying out loud! And then I ask him and he just says 'I hate that school.' Can you believe that Ramon?"Ramon. The hairbrush was always served on the naked bottom and would range from six to twenty four whacks. Those could really hurt and leave bruises.As you can imagine the cane was the painful, if you were very unlucky up to twenty four strokes after having been ‘warmed up’ with the hand and the hairbrush, I’m not to sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing but he was ambidextrous, think it probably helped even the tip end of the cane out.That covers the part of having my bottom spanked I didn’t. I don't know for which girl they honked, but I'm sure my buttocks were a nice sight to look at, and Eva's clothes also didn't leave much to the imagination. Maybe Illiana was the most decently dressed person among us, even when I knew that she wasn't wearing any underwear.When we reached Patrick's place, we saw that he was living in an apartment complex that existed out of 3 buildings with 10 floors each. They had a big mutual underground parking lot, and because he had given Illiana the pin. Her eyes flew open and she tried to twist around to see if her most horrible fears were true, but Mark's gripping hands were wrapped tightly in her hair and stopped her from lifting her mouth from his glistening cock. She was imprisoned on his prick, and he levered up with his hips to drive his penis still deeper down her throat.Behind her, Sharon heard more footfalls and then the high, nasal giggle that sent shivers of repulsion along her flesh. "Well, well, well!" the scratchy voice of Wafto.