Adèle’s breasts were the most perfect he had ever seen. The bronzed skin was flawless showing no tan lines. Topping those delectable orbs were perf...ctly round dollar areolae with two stiff nipples protruding like miniature torpedoes. Ross could resist no longer. He rose from the chair and took the few strides forward and stood between Adèle’s spread legs. He grasped the two extended nubs and rolled them between finger and thumb. The lace panties hung loosely around his masthead. Adèle’s eyes. “I love you.” She murmured, sitting next to him. “I love you too.” He replied, and he meant it. He had realised that his lust for Kerry had long since changed to genuine love for her and her nature. They kissed and cuddled for a bit, talking about how crap it had been without each other. Though, finally, she exclaimed, “Oh yeah, I forgot your surprise!” In a way that said that she had not forgotten about it for a second. “I’ll be right back.” She said, skipping to the door and disappearing. It did not surprise Jason that Cassie's friends had disappeared on her as soon as the uproar from the shootings died down. The murders changed her personality beyond recognition, making her extremely withdrawn and serious. She no longer was a source of fun and entertainment. Subconsciously her friends saw her as contaminated and after an initial round of condolences kept their distance. Anyhow, the loss of the Schmidts' house meant that she no longer could remain enrolled at her elite high. She said, she knew it hurts but spanking are supposed to hurt and she is doing this to make me a good disciplined boy. By the time, she administered me all the 40 strokes, 20 on each, she asked me to lie in same as I have 8 extra strokes for moving out my position. She gave me the extra strokes across my thigh and the part where hips and thigh met. The whipping across my thighs hurt more than it had across my bottom and I sobbed as she gave him me final four strokes. She asked me to get up.