I wanted to see if I could cum just from being caned..."...and between the welts, on her right buttock, is a pair of pink lips. A kiss.I'm stunned. "A...new tattoo?" Yeah. I did cum, and Cathy kissed my bum better. Mark said it would make a hot tattoo, so Leah did it." She's looking back at me over her shoulder, concerned. "Do you like it?"I stare at her. Her beaten butt; her laddered and ripped stockings and her sky-high heels; her tramp stamp, and now this new tattoo."He was right. It's hot.". There was no telling how far this girl would push if Lucinda stood passively by. If she only knew!"I don't think we have any choice but to cooperate, Mom," said Barry."Oh, I don't know," said Karen. "Maybe she wants those pictures emailed to her bosses at the bank."Lucinda shuddered. She was a loan officer at a major bank and would certainly be fired at any hint of scandal. Barry was right, of course. There was no choice but to cooperate.The defeated mother shrugged her shoulders and marched. The ghost stories sprang from a story that during the building's construction, the foreman's young wife brought down the lunch he had forgotten on his way to work and, in the days before hard hats, was hit on the head by a bucket falling off one of the steel beams being put in for the roof and killed her instantly. The story says she continued to roam the building, looking for her husband to deliver the lunch she never had the chance to in life.In fact, the actual story was on one of many of. . .’ Mother Lucia returned to her cell at last. Another day at the convent was done, and all were bedded down for the evening. Monica had accepted rebuke for her behavior at prayers sullenly, and the Abbess worried about her. Ten years and the girl would be told about her heritage. By then she should have shaken off her youthful rebellion. A breeze played through the window, and Mother Lucia shivered in anticipation of the next day. Memories flooded back of the Flann Mahon, and how he made her.