It didn’t make much of a sound nor did it hurt. Mandy knew it wasn’t hard enough and Gary actually felt disappointed. “You can go harder Mandy,�...� Gary said. “Oh, OK Mr Harding,” Mandy replied, tapping his bottom again and hitting him harder this time. Even so Mandy knew it wasn’t hard enough what with only the slightest of sounds and certainly no where near loud enough to reach the back of the hall when she had to do it for the show. Gary found himself looking behind him and downwards and saw. .,” another kiss cut off her protest. Her sorry-ass husband had done one thing right. He had trained Kat to do what a man wanted her to do...this was gonna be good.Lethargic is the only word I can think of, to describe her condition. She leaned back against the couch, and let my hands fondle her lithe body. On the third kiss, she responded with a little return pressure of her own. I worked her satin shirt off, and released the catch, on the front of her bra, exposing her gorgeous, small, but. But finally she got this timing wrong and Carl shot his spunk in a thin stream over her thighs. She then brought Eddy off, letting his sperm shoot over her body.I now left the caravan to go to bed, in case Sue's young son awoke. A shattered Sue joined me at five thirty in the morning. Her bottom was red and covered in wheals; she had endured several more prolonged bouts of caning and spanking. Carl and Eddy remained in the caravan where they were to stay until my parents had gone.When my. While the show still had a considerablefollowing then and continues to have one today, it was of course nolonger as relevant as it had been when I first conceived of my story.So, in 2009, I abandoned the text, assuming that it would probably neverbe finished, and it did indeed languish on the hard drives of severalcomputers for some eight years, waiting for its ultimate fate.In late 2016, I happened across a reasonably well written (non-TG) storyabout a woman who gains the power to shapeshift..