So she could work four nine-hour days during the week and leave work by 12:30, driving directly to the beach, ahead of the work traffic. I would find ...er sitting in the back yard reading a book, or napping on the sofa when I finally made it on Friday night. Our weekends were what weekends were for, unwinding after a rough week at work. We would go to the beach when the weather was nice, put up a couple of umbrellas, read or walk along the beach, jump in the surf to cool off, or ride the waves. And I start to press her hand to give her some courage, then she kept her head on my shoulder and I cares her for some time, I had no sexual feeling for her at that time, but I feel warmth of her body, readers may think that it is a fake no woman can give u body touch so fast, but remember it’s a friendly touch.After that we decided to have lunch for next day at some restaurant, and at lunch I know that she is a very naughty lady and always chit chat with all the people around. She has some. “I got asked to go to the Blake Shelton Concert. It’s in two days,” she explained.“And who is the lucky fellow whom I get to interrogate before he takes my pumpkin out to a concert.”“Uh ... that would be me, Dad,” I admitted, to the excited eyes of my sister and the evil eye of my mother.“My goodness, the way you sound about it, I thought it might be a real boyfriend and not just your brother doing his good deed of the year.”“Actually,” I said, “She was my first choice. I’ve always thought that. His mouth was dry; Ms. Yuko’s musky aroma was even stronger. Brad thought it was strange that the Head Mistress hadn’t commented on it before but maybe this had happened with other spankings. “Go ahead Mr. Williams, spank this naughty girl. Remember, to start a new count, Ms. Yuko,” the Head Mistress commanded. “Ready, Ms. Yuko?” “Yes, sir,” Cassie replied. Mr. Williams slapped Ms. Yuko’s left cheek and then another slap to the right cheek. “One, Two, sir,” she groaned as her hands.