“See you around,” her hair swirled as she turned. We both knew better. That evening the telephone rang while I was studying. I almost knew it woul... be Wendy as I had still not told her of my ‘phone restrictions. “What was she wearing?” That habit of bursting into a conversation with a question was becoming annoying. “She?” I asked knowing whom she was referring to. “Mrs. P of course.” “Her name is Lydia, let’s not call her Mrs. P any more,” I said looking at the open books on the table. “You. “Mmmm hmm!” she moaned.“I shall take that as a Yes then you horny little slut!” he replied.“A little harder? Or a lot harder Lisa?”“A lot harder please!” she whimpered.So they started again all 8 of them like a well oiled machine, they spanked her pretty little bum over and over, with as much force as they could inflict this time and still it seemed she was enjoying every painful slap.After another half an hour had passed, their arms were aching so Tom announced it was time for something. She's still leaning against the glass, with the water falling over me. I slowly push in until my 6 inch cock is fully inside her. I start to give her slow, long strokes. Her tits bounce around as she tweaks her nipples. She keeps sliding up and down on the glass, wiping the glass door of fog. I had to make her feel good like a good son, so I kissed her."Ahhh Mark." "Ooo my baby boy so strong! Fuck meeee!" I put my hands on her arse as she lifts up and down. "I love your cock baby! Keep fucking. She would see!At bedtime Liz carried one of the leather ottomans upstairs to her room. When Nanny come in to Liz's room at bed time she found Liz kneeling on the ottoman, bent over the end of the bed. Liz was wearing a short white cotton nightie, which she had pulled up past her waist, leaving her naked from the waist down. Her panties were lying on her right side and the rattan cane and the twase lay on the left. Nanny could see that there were still faint welts and bruises on Liz's buttocks.