The project never got turned in, and while the other kids understood his singed brows—having experienced it themselves—he couldn’t explain why h... hadn’t done it sooner, or even asked for an extension. What’s more, he definitely couldn’t ask his mother to sign a note about the delinquent assignment.So he did as he always did. When she was particularly out of it, he slipped her the note.“What’s this?”“Nothing. It’s far a school trip to the museum,” he answered, not bothering to specify. I was about to object when her hand smacked my leg in a blur. I shot on to my stomach knowing what was going to happen. Sure enough she started to spank my bottom again, alternate cheeks, as hard as she did before. It stung. I knew though I had to accept her spanking. She was annoyed as I had objected to what she wanted, and rather than explain she knew the quickest way to get my agreement was to thrash me. What a thrashing, as my bottom was already sore from the hairbrush just a short while. They both threatened me that they will tell my parents about it. I started begging them that I won’t do that again and that I was sorry and not to tell my parents about anything. If they want hey, can punish me for my act. Both the sisters went outside and talked to each other and called me in their room. They said ok they will not tell my parents but on condition that whatever they say I will have to do. I said it is ok with me. They asked me that since I had smelled their panties and bra they. ” Derrick immediately began shaking his head, “No, no way.” He turned to leave, but Carrie grabbed his hand again. “Oh, come on Derrick! Help me!” He tried to tug his arm from her firm grasp. “Babe, I can’t. I have no idea how to use this stuff,” he argued. “What if I hurt you?” he paused, thoughtfully, “Or worse - what if I hurt me?” Carrie stood and placed a hand on each of Derrick’s forearms. “That’s not going to happen,” she said in a soothing voice. “Everything here is preheated with.