"Rachel certainly did know what Barbara meant. Ever since she was six, her mother had used both the enema and the strap as a means of disciplining her...little girl. But when her mother's brother... Rachel's uncle... was visiting when she was nine she had been very naughty, and quite insulting to her uncle. Her mother decided that her uncle should participate in her punishment, and invited Uncle Jack to help not only in the preparation, but in the actual execution of Rachel's humiliating. There was dead silence when Jenn drove and luckily it was only a five-minute drive to Justin's. Her mind went over the numerous possibilities and sought avenues of escape. Nothing concrete formed in her mind but there was one fact that gave her hope. She was an adult and much older than Justin which should enable Jenn to outwit the young teenager.That glimmer of hope quickly disappeared when the car came to a stop in front of the house. "Take your panties and bra off right now. You won't be. " "And, that's a good thing?" "From my perspective, it most certainly is." "Karen!" Gabriella's voice conveyed a raw sense of alarm. "How in the worldcan you say something like that?" "Easily... I mean, can you picture me - The Mother of God?" "Yes, Karen. I can! And, let me tell you something, girl! For my money, Godcould do a lot worse than you when it comes down to picking a prospectivemother for the Second Coming of His only Son..."*** Later that evening, as the two of them were washing. Damien moaned with excitement and pain as he jeans were becoming intensely too tight on him. Alayna noticed the expression and slowed her hands down and smiled evilly. With the devil in her eyes, she caressed his tenderness and pressed her lips to it. She twisted her fingers around the fastner and pulled the zipper down excruciatingly slow. With every click the zipper unnotched the tension loosened and relieved him ever so slightly until it was all the way down. “Tell me what you like, baby”.