Wilson pointed to the floor in front of her and waited for Camilla to stand on the exact spot. Once there, Mrs. Wilson said in a stern voice, “Right... Camilla. I am here to give you your spanking. It will be long and hard and I expect you to be crying uncontrollably. Lucy is here to watch, as is Ella, and I expect them both to just watch and learn and not interfere.”Camilla winced at the statement but knew she had asked Mrs. Wilson to spank her. Mrs. Wilson had come over for dinner yesterday but. After some planning and scheming, it was settled. When names were drawn for partners, Tami would be matched with Big Jim.The theme was going to be “Children's Stories” and everyone had their roles to play. By the time the day came, Tami had been convinced, or decided to play by coercion, a baby. After all everyone else will be dressed as story characters and she will be the only one to be doted on. The center of the storytelling world. Big Jim would be the daddy and carry her around on his. Just the momentary distraction of taking his eyes off his stride was enough for Paul to once again trip forward onto the ground. However, he fell so slowly that he was less likely to hurt himself than the other more sure-footed pedestrians who warily avoided being in his vicinity. It wasn't strictly necessary to walk as he was being carried steadily forward by the moving walkway. Although it wouldn't take long for Paul and Beatrice to arrive at the reception area where Lieutenant Korolyov was. “For what?” I asked somewhat knowing the answer. I could sense him smiling down at me. His hand again trailed down to my breasts this time paying special attention to the nipples. My breath quickened as his fingers explored them. He pinched them, gently at first; I started to breath harder. It seemed that I could feel him smile again at my reaction. He then pinched harder and started to pull. I groaned with pleasure. “Twist!” I managed to gasp. “As you wish.” He whispered. He twisted.