He wants to meet us all.”“Wait. You’ve never met him, but you trust him? George, are you sure about this guy?”“Yeah, but I’ve talked to hi... before, and he is pretty cool. He can be a little high-strung but okay anyway. It should be a lot of fun and a great way to wind down from the stress of the week – that’s for damn sure.”“Is his Uncle okay? I mean, did you guys tell him everything about me or did you make something up to get his help.”“Oh no. Don’t worry about him. He’s fine. I mean, yeah, I. . how could this be her?“Let’s start the timer!”Harold jumps at that announcement and a countdown is projected onto the back wall of the stage. 75 seconds!“Better get your dick wet quick, Harold!”Harold hesitates only a moment before removing his shirt, shoes, and pants. He stands there in his underwear and socks, looking ridiculous. The audience chuckles.“Having trouble, Harold? Why not sniff some coochie to get inspired?”Harold gets an idea from this and bends down behind his sister Carolina. ”“Ok babe, turn over and sit up, it’s time for your boobs to get spanked.”I heard kissing.“Do you really want me to spank these gorgeous boobs?”“Yes, I do!”“They are so beautiful; it’s a shame to beat them.”“You must! And hard!”I listened as he started spanking her breasts and she was groaning with pleasure.“Harder babe, harder,” Christy kept screaming in between her groans of ecstasy.The spanks got louder and so did her groans.“Oh, God, I’m Cumming again!” Christy screamed, “Harder, harder!”“I. I hugged her and said she wouldn't be called the class goody-two-shoes anymore.I could not believe that Susan had never told David about her caning as we often reminisced about the event when we met for a coffee. It had made such an impression on all of us, especially Susan. I presumed she must have discussed it with him.My husband loved me to tell him the tales of my canings at school as the resulting fuck was always exhilarating.During my chats with Susan, I had already assumed her marriage.