"Arnie frowned. "You are trying to shame me into taking the waitressjob, Dolores, and it will not work." Good," Ysabel said. "Because I think you sh...uld decide on your own...to be a waitress." Enrique nodded in agreement, his mouth full offood.Arnie laughed. "You, too, Ysabel -- _and_ Enrique." She looked at heryoungest sister. "Constanza, you are the only one who is not pushingme to be a waitress. What do you say?"The young girl took a bite of frajita to give herself a moment tothink. . I said, “Mom grab that headboard or I’ll stop right now.”Mom quickly grabbed a hold of her brass bed and held on tightly as I hit just one side of her ass that time. I really started to get into spanking her and went from cheek to cheek get harder and harder each time.Her ass was totally red when I started in again with the leather strap and then finished off with the cat-o-nine-tails. That was one mean little sucker. It left hundreds of tiny red welts on her otherwise smooth ass.When my arm. You have become frail. The intensity of the sensations in your body have made you breathless and you cling to my arms feebly. When I stop in concern, you say aloud, “No! Continue! Please!” There is something in the way you say it that makes me trust you and go on. I lift my head off your neck to see that the sides of your body have become stained with mud like your hair and your right cheek. It is no longer merely drizzling. The rain has picked up and it is large droplets of water which are now. "Would you like to?" was his immediate follow up question. I hadn't been prepared for that, but since I had assumed it was an academic discussion I thought about it for a moment and then said in noncommittal tone, "Well sure, I guess I'd like to see what it's like."Then he just left the table without saying a word.I watched him leave the room, and feeling a little drunk, and more than a little confused I looked to my parents who were looking at me with odd grins.My dad started letting out that.