John started rhythmically spanking that bottom with his hand warming her up until her cheeks were a lovely shade of red. She cried gently at first...l...stening to his voice as he went through his expectations and his disappointment with her. She begged him to stop but her voice was lost as his hand...then the switch ...fell onto her now stinging flesh. Now warmed up, John told her to stand. She knew what to expect next. This was by no means the first time and won't be the last. She went over his. The wedding is out of town." But we are going to the hairdresser here - and then? Nails?" Terry almostscreamed the word."Yes Dear," said Terry's mother almost absent-mindedly, "and a little bitof makeup." Reluctantly, Terry went along with the plan. Mother alwaysknew best, always got her way in the end.Back at home, and hour and a half later, Terry's mother laid out theclothes: satin panties, a suspender belt - of all things - white stockingswith lace tops. "Go to the loo, first Dear. It'll be. " Do you think I am a beautiful woman, Grandpa?" Very beautiful, Lea. Very beautiful." You didn't touch me, Grandpa." I thought about it."I mulled that over in my mind, trying to find the logic. "Grandpa?" Yes, Lea?" Does this mean you won't put lotion on my sunburn?" No, of course not. I would be happy to put lotion on you," he said, kissing me on the forehead.I jumped up and yanked my nightgown over my head. My grandfather let out a groan as he looked at my body only a foot away from him. In. “Enough, both of you.”When both looked away with matching sullen expressions, Leandra sat back down gracefully – almost regally, actually – and turned to me. “While Bethany and Marian were gone, things in the city began turning ... ugly. The templars were raiding homes and businesses, arresting anyone who they deemed a mage sympathizer. There were people killed. It got so that we could barely leave the house without being questioned.”“I was concerned about what would happen to Bethany when they.