Jog your memory, you will recall him. It is a little job he would love to do. You may also think of a few people you know,” said Wensta. “I am loo...ing forward to this. It gives me some practice in how to engineer a little accident for my father. So sad,” said Wensta and they both laughed.“What has happened to your little lady?” Grefis asked.“I have her hidden, no one will find her. It’s an old palace with many hiding places. She hates these foreigners more than you and I do and she hates my. She could bully and manipulate and always walk away leaving the room believing it was the victims fault. I hated her. She made fun of my acne and the braces on my teeth. She also teased me because I was the only girl not wearing make up. My parents wouldn't let me as they thought it was silly wearing makeup with a scout uniform.So I hadn't thought anything about the scouts for many years until one day my husband had arranged for a few rooms to be decoratedin our house and hired some guys to do. Her dress was pulled up over her knees and her knees were cocked open with her dress hanging down between them. She asked me to get us each a glass of wine and join her. When I returned with the tumblers of wine she asked if there was anything I needed to discuss with her. I said no, but she persisted. She asked point blank if I was doing anything I shouldn't be doing with my Aunt Pat. I tried to talk my way around it, but I don't think she bought it. She told me that it was wrong to have those. “You won’t stop until you get it right!” She was every annoyed. “My feet are killing me Mistress!” I pleaded.“You want to stop! ”Then fine you will stop!” She yelled!I instantly regretted asking. Saying, “I can keep going…”“Lean over the back of the chair.” She pushed it into my stomach. “Grab the front edge of the seat.”She walked behind me and flipped up my skirt, took a step back and proceeded to whip my ass as never before. This was not playtime, she was letting me have it, at every stroke.