I stood up, finding and pulling her hands with me. “Come on,” I urged, tugging her toward the door.“No, I can’t,” she whispered.“Yes,” I...whispered, more urgently. I pulled harder but her hands pulled out of mine.I bent down but couldn’t retrieve her hand. Instead, I found her foot and curled my hand around her ankle. Lifting her leg, I pulled her across the carpet, through the door and into the hallway where the dim light from my open bedroom door highlighting her curves and casting shadows in. I didn’t bother to turn on the lights since there were little nightlights lining the halls for his little siblings. I kept walking towards the water and heard it coming from a closed door. I was a well-trained expert on creeping, as can be seen on my previous post. I quietly opened the door and found Matt’s parents bedroom. It was decent sized with a queen-sized bed. I closed the door behind me and began to look around the room a little and saw where the water was coming from. His parents had. ..I forgot it earlier." Her words were lost in the visual she displayed. She was cooking wearing a very shiny and form-fitting white full slip which had at least six inches of lace at the bottom where it stopped above her knees, and a thinner band of lace around the top at her breasts. I could clearly see a full white panty under it, and the fact she wasn't wearing a bra. Also very clear were the shiny light brown stockings she wore, and the light pink high heels. "Thought I'd get dinner going. " "Three." ...After the first 25 my ass started to be too painful and almost as if she knew that, she stopped for a while."Ok. Let's try something different now. Spread you legs so I can see your balls."I obeyed and she spanked my ass with her hand. "Twenty-six"Her hand was not as painful as the whip but that was about to change. "Spread your legs, I'm not gonna say it again!"After I did just that, she slapped my balls hard. It felt like ... well, like somebody slapping your balls. I forgot to.