All her room was white with a dresser before a window, a bed opposite and cupboards in a wall. "Sit down before the dresser while I dry myself," Gemma...indicted while beginning to unfasten her towel.This was too casual, surely she wasn't going to dry herself naked in front of me? My assumption proved right as she pulled out a dressing screen from the end of her bed. Gemma ripped off her towels and flung them over the inadequate screen that just covered her torso and nether regions and not much. “Slap!”I felt it instantly, but it was nowhere near as hard as Auntie Lindsay spanked, or Mrs. Wheeler, or the not-so-sweet and innocent-looking Miss Kominsky. I settled in as Maureen Hannah slowly and carefully laid out that first series of smacks with her heavy right hand across my bare bottom.“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”The younger sister concentrated upon smacking both buttocks alternately, all the time using her strong left hand to push down on my back to hold me. " So," Cody asked after a moment, "I know your birthday is in a coupleweeks. Have your folks said anything about having a big party?" No," I shrugged. "It's not really my birthday anyway. You know that." Oh yeah," Cody blushed, "I forgot about that..."I frowned and thought about my birthday, or my unbirthday as it were. Ihad no idea what day I was really born or even what my real name was sincemy birth mom had abandoned me at an orphanage when I was only a couplemonths old. Fortunately, I. He and the guys were talking about their usual day at work and other things they did. Charles tried his best trying to hide his feelings about Thursday and Saturday from last week. Unfortunately because he had such good caring friends, they could see something was troubling him. He lied about what was bothering him, lying that a friend of his from Manchester was having serious trouble with the police and how bad he feels that he could not be there for his mate."Well to be honest Charles. He.