She turned to me with cute expressions of anger and said– m kya tumhe aunty lagti hun , m not that old you can call me didi instead.Me- m sorry yaar...for calling you aunt but I wont call you “didi” m not at all interested in making sister ,my real sister is enough for me.She- hahaha hhaah haa so cute and funny yaar , we are like friends, age difference also not that high you just call me by my name plz.I agreed, and said okay my friend miss reema. We again continued talking about different. She said she'd be there in a moment, and that she was going to get an assistant. She turned up with another woman, dressed in hospital scrubs, and carrying a bag. It turns out that she was a good personal friend of Dr. Margaret Mitchell. No, that was her grandmother. This Margaret Mitchell was the best OB/GYN in Grosse Point Shores.Wendy Too selected her because Dr. Mitchell would deliver the twins without performing a C-section if at all possible. The twins came sure enough, as all babies do,. What's Mum doing for dinner?" Ah she's out with her girlfriends. So me you and Tony are on our tod t'night. What ya feel like sweet, we're celebratin' the end of yer exams." Mmm, how about Spinetti's? Love their spag bol." Spinetti's it is then!" Dad looked at me hard. "You alright love? Ye look muddled." Nar, I'm not. Just relieved to be done exams, that's all. " I lied through my teeth. I hated lying but how could I explain to dad that I was late because I needed to finish up some personal. Remember how she laid them on your bottom.” The first one caused me to yelp but it wasn’t too painful. “That one doesn’t count. William, unless you want to bare your bottom to the butler, do the job properly. I said six good ones. In this instance, good means, hitting hard.” Uncle reprimanded the boy.He must have heeded the warning because the next one bit viciously into my tender buttocks and I cried out with the pain. Five more followed until my bottom felt like a furnace. Only then did they.