It was crammed with punishment tools, including not just canes, but whips, paddles and straps.I soon recovered my composure and grabbed a long very fl...xible cane, probably like the one used on Mum, and swished it in the air a couple of times. I played with the other implements too and was totally engrossed in my own little world, when to my horror I heard my Dad's voice from the door."I thought I told you never to come into this room without an invitation from me, Jane. Well now you have one.. I told her that she was a naughty girl and would need to be spanked later. She loves to be spanked and an orgasm washed over her.We love to roleplay, we decided that Jaq would be chastised by her teacher for being behind the bicycle sheds with a couple of lads.After we had finished our evening meal and several glasses of wine, Jaq went upstairs. I remained in the lounge watching television. A few minutes later, Jaq came into the room, to say she looked amazing would be an understatement. I then. "Come on kids, I want to look down into the next valley. It isn't that far away. Hold your mother's hand so she won't fall."We passed around a corner that jutted out just above the ridge we were headed for. Rounding it, the basin came into view before our eyes. The floor of the basin was hundreds of feet below us. The back side of the mountain was sheer bare rock over much of the face. "Helen, look across this ridge to the next mountain over. It is lower than this one by far. Do you see that. He closed in with them in a few moments and the small figure looked about in despair. Surrounded by three riders on an open field, there was no hope for escape.The figure was rather small and long brown hair flowed from under the hood it was wearing.“Stop and make yourself known!” Richard demanded. “I am the son of the squire and you will suffer no harm if your intentions are honest.”With a gesture of resignation, the figure pulled down the hood, and the three riders looked at a girl. She could.