“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”The younger sister concentrated upon smacking both buttocks alternately, all th... time using her strong left hand to push down on my back to hold me securely over her lap. I did not move around or squirm and struggle like I usually did when it was Auntie Lindsay spanking me and settled in for my punishment. Maureen‘s right hand was heavy and hard, but she did not smack too hard, instead, she focused on visiting each and every inch of my bare bottom,. He seems to be deep in thought as he stands in the middle of the bathroom. Actually, he's about as big as my bathroom. Then he makes his way back to my bedroom. I don't follow him in. I just watch from the doorway as he stands at my window - only inches from the foot of my bed. It's unnerving to have this man in my bedroom, so close to a place where I touch myself at night.He turns and stares straight at me. I instinctively lower my eyes. Then he quickly approaches me. He invades my space only. Four would be best." I know Jack will come. Marshal's wife is better though is still pretty sick. Your grandmother is staying over there to help. Marshal should be available. If he comes, that would give us four. Otherwise, I'll call your Uncle Andrew." Granddad would come. He's still able and would probably like to get out." Okay, tomorrow work for you?" Let's see what the ladies have planned first."After talking with the ladies, their planned event would come first. We could go to Atlanta the. That often we were even thinking the same thoughts. We found it amusing. I found it endearing and assumed it meant we had a special bond. That we were, in fact, actual soul mates. That rare state of being that so many search for and so few find. I should have known that it was all taking a bad spin when our roles started subtly changing. I was the Master, and she was the sub. Right? Well, actually, it had never been truly that relationship. I could never be sure that she was following my.