When I went into the room I heard a noise from the tack room (a small room we had in our roof) so I went back there and peeked through the slat walls....My older sister is 7 years than me. Anyway, she was lying on the wooden bench top and my dad was bent over licking her pussy. I guess I must have made a noise cause Narin looked right at me and eeeked and clamped her legs shut. I took off running for the door but abba stepped out of the tack room and hollered, “Come here, right now!” I can still. I put a little force behind the next blow, which landed with a resounding smack. Her backside juddered, and I could see the skin reddening through the cotton. Laura cried out, head up, back arched, as the third smack echoed 'round the room. I began a serious, rhythmic series of hard, sharp blows, to alternate cheeks, with the occasional solid thwack across the tight cotton of her seat, the big sole covering her ass completely. After a dozen powerful smacks of the leather against her backside. The pampered, nubile wife was absent; a temptress had replaced her. She liked it."Room service should be here any minute." She groped in her luggage again and pulled out the silk robe that she had carefully packed. It was the same one she's used to arouse her spouse not many days before. She unfolded it and felt the fabric caress her as it glided onto her body. She returned to the mirror. How to close the robe, yet leave it almost open? She tied the sash, pulled open the collar, experimented.. They were quiet and had kept mostly to themselves during winter, except for when Tom popped around seeking a hand with some chore at the weekend, or visa-versa if needs ever arose. Then as spring became summer, Frank would spend most Sunday afternoons with Tom in his shed, often doing nothing much more than sharing a few beers and talking their life-story men-talk. Tom had been a hard working dairyman and ‘tough-as-old-boots’ farm labourer most of his life, and Frank had been a ‘ suit-and-tie’.