Just as I finish sprinkling a small amount on the mistletoe, the doorbell rings.I quickly return the bottle to my golf bag and hurry up the stairs. Op...ning the door, I help my mother-in-law with the packages. The familiar stirring in my pants is happening due to seeing her in a sweater that fits like a second skin. Her short, flared skirt nicely shows off her curves.The two of us take the packages downstairs, Marla does not see the mistletoe and walks right under it. Before I can say or do. An older woman to whom I made love and who had the right, in fact obligation, to discipline me. It didn’t seem so bad when Tessa watched me being spanked. Sure she is only 18 years old, but family, often affected by what I did wrong, so rightfully entitled to watch me disciplined. It changed one day. I was argumentative at the dinner table and a row erupted. Janet and Tessa took one view with me taking the other, until I told them both how stupid they were. The look they both gave me. "Better open your legs, unless of course, you want another wake up call." His voice sounded calm, reassuring, but at the same time, commanding, leaving her no illusions about his sincerity."What the fuck is going on?" Her confused synapses screamed at her to do something, she was hardly awake and they were being abused."It's only Max cleaning up." Max! Who and what the fuck is Max." But, she already knew."Max is your lover from last night. God you two were terrific." He conversationally. Tanya rose and took three steps forward and wrapped Jake into a warm hug. She didn’t let go right away, either. Eventually, she pulled back slightly and kissed him. She had tears in her eyes.“Jake, you are the nicest man I ever met on campus.” Tanya paced and then turned to him, “I accept your apology, only I think it’s unnecessary. Allow me to lay out for you my take on what happened. First, many of the names you called me were accurate – I was a slut and maybe I still am. I never got paid for.