“Are they all in?” she enquired.I nodded.“Now close your mouth, and suck on them, whilst I beat your peachy cheeks, until you’ve learned your ...esson,” she laughed.I then felt the first of many whacks on my arse, from her plimsole. It was clear, that it was light for her to handle, so she could easily raise it above her head, and bring it down with force repeatedly, with speed, and little effort, but with maximum effect, over, and over again.I felt my arse burning up, but there was nothing I. She had studied French and Italian at university, and soon she had found herself a very independent job; she would translate business papers and working manuals for different smaller companies, which could not afford a work-in-translator. Later, when she opened her own business, fax-machines and computers enabled her to do most of her work from home. By word of mouth her business soon was as big as she wanted, and actually she would often have to turn down new companies, which wanted her. The next coming weekend she needed someone to do some work done on her kitchen cabinets. Of course I offered to help out. I loved hanging out with her, especially when the rest of the family was not around. I was gonna stay the weekend because we did not live too close and driving back and forth would be a bitch. That Saturday night she just happened to have a blind date. The thought of her going out with someone made me sick to my stomach but there was nothing I could do about it. To make. It's just too much to spend the cold weather in the barn. We can fix you a pallet by the fire."Jase replied, "So you think I'll be staying the winter?"Sue answered, "Well, you sure don't plan to travel the roads in winter do you?" No, I guess not," replied Jase.Over the course of the summer and especially into the fall, Jase and Sue had grown steadily closer and more fond of each other. A look exchanged here, a mutual smile there, an accidental touching that lingered a little longer than.