SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Beryl's arse cheeks were burning.SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The fifty-nine-year-old woman was howling like a baby but at last, the spanking s...opped and John pushed her to the floor."Now she has been punished," he announced to his stunned guests.With Beryl crying on the floor the Compton's shuffled out of the house still in somewhat of a daze.Neither Theresa nor Philip spoke in the first part of their car journey until Theresa said, "It excited you seeing Beryl get her arse spanked. ”I grumped as I slipped it on, “I know that Kitten. It is his way of telling me ... never mind Kitten.”I put the two ribbons on and adjusted the one in the hallow of my throat before carefully placing the second in the center of my chest. I glanced at the shocked faces of the Marines and they snapped to attention. I put my weapon belt on and fastened the legs straps before picking up my beret, “Ready Kitten?”She smiled, “Waiting for you.”I slipped on the beret and grabbed the bag, “Carry on. It was not long before he had found a dozen pieces of flint in various sizes. This was put into a shoulder bag that Julie was carrying, and they set it aside to pick up on their way back from hunting.They were in luck this day because they soon found a dragon fly that they killed and began hauling back toward home. They stopped off to pick up the bag of flint and hurried home as fast as they could go without dragging the dragon fly on the ground and ruining its skin.The first thing they did. “No, though I may have distressing news.” Mary said with a serious face. Then turning toward Kimison she asked. “Do you remember much about your half-brother Alexander after he left your home?”Kimison bristled at the mention of his half-brother’s name. “I know that he was married for a few years, met her once a real nasty piece of work though she seemed perfect for him.”“Why do you ask?” Kimison asked.“Do you perhaps recall what she looked like?” An almost tentative Mary asked.“Like I could.