Well, except for maybe Mike.I heard his boooming voice call out happily, and smiled at the surprised look on his face when I popped out of the bedroom...“Hello to you to, honey,” I giggled, “And before you ask, Carrie is cleaning the bathroom. Please don’t be angry at me for being here, the sad truth is I have nothing else to do. It’s sit around under a shade tree doing nothing, or this.”Carrie came out with her own grin, surprising him by kissing his cheek. “Please let her stay. We’ll get done. ..............ok then, I mean ok Madam" I manage to splutter out, partly in shock and partly in absolute excitement, having never seen, or even imagined Mercy like this before.I guess it was little more than two minutes before I was laying spread eagled and exposed on the bed with Mercy standing over me with a stiff leather paddle in her hands." I'm going to use you and abuse you today boy" she snarled out, just before I felt the sting of the paddle on my thigh, " and I mean use and abuse" . "And so did you; don't you lie! See! That's a dead give-away!" she laughed and pointed a long red fingernail at my fading erection.I stormed off into the garden, lighting intent on distancing myself from the wedding crowd. I could hear mom's drunken laughter; she had found someone else to tease.I wondered off into the dark; I wanted solitude. I leaned against a large cottonwood contemplating what mom had said. My ears became sharp as the noise of the wedding reception receded. Then I heard. There were all sorts of spanking tools neatly arranged on the desk-top. Canes of varying thicknesses, whips, paddles and floggers. I was scared. I took a few steps backwards but was stopped by his voice. There was a sense of power in his tone that compelled me to stay. “Don’t move.” I froze, marvelling at the power he held over me. He walked towards me and rested his hand in the small of my back “Stand up straight” I hesitated, but the hand on my back seemed to be willing me to.