What are you doing on my property, American? Where are your companions?" I-I..." He couldn't form words, shook in fear.Finch was silent a minute befor... she seemed to soften, sat the rifle aside, said firmly, "talk, American. I'm not going to kill you. But you need to tell me why you're creeping around my house. Something tells me you aren't just looking to steal my jewels or my underwear."Finch's mouth opened and he told her everything he knew, his voice cracking, his pulse racing. He felt no. The only secret I had ever kept from her and that hurt me equally as much as going behind Philip’s back. I had never wanted Penny for a lover, never even thought about it. She was above all that. Would a man ever think about sleeping with his sister? No! and that was how I felt about Penny. Now my thoughts were going wild. What if she was upset that I didn’t think of her that way, that I didn’t try anything on with her but went elsewhere instead? What if she had been hiding feelings for me?. He had on hiking bootswith short socks that left his carved calves exposed justbelow his incredible thighs which seemed to stretch thelegs of his shorts as he flexed them. He was wearing shortsand had no shirt on. His chest and abdomen were bronze andchiseled like the Greek god ideal of perfection. He hadshort blonde hair, icy blue eyes, a strong chin and waspractically beaming at me as he looked down and smiled.I had to bite my tongue and force myself not to stare as mynewly feminized body. ” Aunt and niece did as they were told; turning their heads to look at each other, each reflecting looks of anticipation. “Arch your backs and stick those bottoms right up for me.” Robert taped the tawse on Caroline’s upturned bottom a coupe of times to judge the distance and then raised it and brought it down across the centre of her bottom and then immediately across Fiona’s. Both women cried out, eyes screwed shut at the sudden sting as Robert raised the tawse and delivered two more strokes..