You could have chipped ice with my cheek bones, and the rest of my face was covered in a heavy stubble of beard that I could never have grown pre-char.... "Whoa," I said, peering at the new me. I combed my thicker hair into place with my fingers.I felt a tug at my neck and lower back. The doctor was pulling at the ties of my hospital gown. When they were loose, she tugged the gown off my arms and let it fall to the floor. "Whoa ... again," I said. I don't know that my muscles were much bigger,. Mom released a sigh so long I suspected she had been holding her breath. I brushed my cupped palm across to her other buttock, trailing my fingers behind but pressing inward to assess the curve of her left cheek. I wanted to grip it hard but was afraid to step further out of line. Instead, I returned to the right cheek and lightly cupped my hand over its delicious shape. Now feeling too close to the edge, I left Mom's behind and pulled my hand higher, over her cuffed hands, and brushed the back. However, how many mums were spanked she wondered, and even if they were how many were spanked by their daughter’s? Surely not many, she argued, although supposed that if Sarah accepted being spanked then there must be plenty of adults who also were. In fact, maybe rather more than she first thought even?All these pros and cons buzzed around Susan’s head in a flash but she quickly realised that being spanked may well do her as much good as it was doing Sarah and she was now more thinking who. Willy might come back."Kelly laughed at that and said, "We all know the look she had when she watched the girls get married. She was/is possessed, possessed with the girls and with you. What the fuck do you have anyway?" Stop. I love all you girls, but there has to be a limit as to what my relationship with any of you can be. You have all pushed it to the limit. I really want us to be respectful of each other."Kelly said, "I'll be respectful, but I want some playtime with the boss. That'll make.