Uski baaten sun kar to main heran reh gaya tha, wo kisi karan se baat kar rahi thi aur ushe bata rahi thi ki main ushke ghar aaya hua hoon abhi wo na ...aye kyon ki main ushki chudai kar raha hoon, mere to hoosh hi udd gaye ye sun ke.Jaise hi divya ne ph rakha main jaldi se wapas bed pe aa gaya aur aisa react kiya jaise main yahan se kahin gaya hi nhi aur uske aane ka wait kar raha tha wo wapas aayi to maine poocha jaan kiska ph tha to vo sochne ke baadBoli ki mummy ka ph tha keh rahi thi ki hum. Or do nothing. It's up to you," I said. I was surprised at my own brilliance. She on the other hand was stupefied. I knew that she would be harder on herself than I would ever be, than I ever could be. "But, I don't know . . ." "It's up to you. Just let me know what you decide," I said. "Now, let's go to bed. I'm feeling frisky." "It's the middle of the day!" "Can't fool you," I said, "but I'm still frisky." The next three hours weren't punishment in the truest sense of the word, but I. "Really Arthur," she told him, "You'll want me to ask the young lady to slip out of her uniform next." She then walked over to me. "Darling I know it's a lot to ask, but could you continue in your underwear only?"I smiled and replied 'yes'. Standing by the window I undid my French maid's dress and then let it slowly slid down around me until it was in a heap at my feet. Now all I had on was my stockings, suspenders, bra and panties. I continued to do the dusting. However the next time I glanced. The groans and gasps continued but I kept spanking him knowing the longer I spanked him the more likely he would learn his lesson. I spanked him until his bottom was such a burning red and his face was tear-stained. I looked at my dressing table and saw my hairbrush. It had an oval wooden head and I wondered if that would be better than my slipper. I reckoned it would hurt more and made a mental note to use it next time. By now I assumed there would be a next time. I even reckoned the hairbrush.