'Just asking for a firm hand, ' he thought.He quickly dropped the belt and grabbed Helen, and with one movement, sat on the bed and put her over his k...ee. She was crying now, but this was nothing to her scream as he brought his open hand down hard on her arse and watched with amusement as one cheek turned red in the exact image of his hand.It seemed to Helen that her body was burning with shame at being spanked like a child almost as much as her 'bottom' was burning with the pain of the smack.. We would be part of a new place.”“The new place is not yet. Perhaps it never will be. It may be but a dream,” said Jos.“Tomorrow is not yet. It may be but a dream,” Henk responded. “If we do not build our dreams, how can tomorrow be?”“Do you work?”“I’ve been a carpenter for NE Sheds off’n River Farm Road.”“And Tadum?”“She cleans house for a whitefella family.”“Are other Wijilawarrim interested in a new place?”“‘Bout a dozen.”“Jos, tell of your dream.”“This will take time. Let’s get something to. That had sent her fleeing from his bed, from his house, maybe from his life forever! The pain had been almost too much to bear. She’d gone back to her apartment in despair, shattered a few ornaments, ignored all of Batman’s increasingly urgent calls and, eventually, fled from there too. She’d suited up, transforming from pretty, but rather plain Barbara Gordan, Gotham City Librarian, into the lithe purple suited figure of Batgirl, arch-enemy of the Gotham City underground. Then she’d gone on. And they hang up.All these days mom being teased by the society ladies for something which i don’t know.And the next kitty arrived, it was my mom’s turn.She planned to do it at our place, as dad was out for work, and i was busy on classes. She called everyone and told about it, and asked me to go to pandey bhabhi’s place and tell her. And tell her the dress code is red saree. I did the same. My mom was not talking to her. Next day all ladies arrived.Before that, i planned to do some nasty.