The bad part was that in the end it didn’t make any difference. He still sent me packing,” she said. He shook his head slowly.“I guess we could ...ave predicted the last part. But, maybe him talking to you at all means that some of his anger, despair, what all is fading just a little,” said Rodney.“Maybe, it was like he wanted me to give him an excuse to come in out of the cold. But, in the end, like I said, he just couldn’t make the leap. And, well, how can I blame him. What he heard that day. On our way back Ricky (Ricardo; my elder brother) did not say much except couple of remarks he made about the game plus I was almost dozing and so did not realize how quickly we were at home. As Ricky parked the car in the garage, I went inside and went straight to our room. As I dropped on the bed, I realized our parents perhaps were not home because I did not hear any noise or talking. Fuck man! I must have slept a while, because I heard Ricky calling me from the kitchen downstairs, asking me. With the red dye, it was really hard to tell if she was truly naked or had red pasties and whatever the cover was over her pubic area. Just like the night before, she seemed to be looking directly at me. Just like the night before she showed me everything and winked at me with her tiny red rosebud. Just like the night before I was hard enough to tear through my jeans. And just like the night before, Mike was suddenly there next to me with a note.This time, when I opened the note, it read,. ”“Yes, Ma’am, “she cried.With that, she got the first hard hit to her naked ass. “One,” she said, and then didn’t say anymore.“NO,” said Linda, like this, “One, thank you Mistress, may I have another. And, that one didn’t count, so we will start over. If you lose count, you’ll have to start from one again. Is that clear?”“Yes, Mistress,” she whispered between sobs.Then she felt the paddle again. “One, thank you Mistress, May I have another?” she cried.The next one hit her opposite cheek, “two,.