He’d changed trains in Paris and Geneva, not understanding a word that was spoken around him and little of what was on the limited signage. He’d n...arly missed his connection in Paris, but the porter on the second train spoke passable English and pointed Wesley to the correct train in Geneva. He changed again in Milan and was thankful that his years of Latin helped him at least interpret signs in Italy. The trains, however, had been horrid. Doc had told him a joke when they connected by. She said I can call her any time I need to if I get any harmful feelings about myself. I feel the need to unburden myself," David smiled wickedly.Michele slapped the cell-phone from her son's hand."Ok you little shit! It's tit for tat then! You can give me a back rub but I won't be naked; I'll take off my blouse and skirt but I'll have a towel over me," she said resignedly."And your knickers," David whispered."No David," Michele insisted.David picked up his cell-phone and began to play with the. I stop in front of the window and I look outside, the white warm sun shines it's burning life on the snowy fields outside, the hills and the trees covered in white fluffy snow. Blessing snow that makes everything look the same, snow that makes the world look so terrifying beautiful, snow that hides everything corrupted and ugly in it's alluring promise of deadly comfort.Kids and parents are outside playing together. It's too high for them to see more then my shoulders so I just look outside as. It didn’t hurt as I was wearing jeans, but I didn’t object, in fact I just blushed, and she could tell from the look on my face that I might take more. She smiled, and then a stern word later and I had taken down my jeans and underpants and was lying across her lap being spanked. At first it was playful, then more intense, and by the end Janet was scolding me and reduced me to tears. What shook me was that I found it a wonderful experience. I hadn’t been spanked when living at home although I.