I remained motionless. Gradually,as if it were coming in drips, a self awareness started to form.Nothing felt right.I summoned my hand to move, to cl...ar the hair that seemed to be blockingmy eyes. That other hand moved too. It brushed back the tangly mass.I turned my head to see who was there. But there was no one. I lookedon the other side of me. The hair fell back in my face. No one. Ilied there, trying to think. It occurred to me that I was stillsleeping, only dreaming. I made no. . I finally found my thong, along with my other pairof full panties, both of them were clean and neatly folded over my boxersin my underwear drawer.Had mom left them there? I was so ashamed... She had obviously done thelaundry before leaving, she had obviously seen them and recognized themas mine, not her?s or my sister?s but mine. The first pair she knew aboutand approved of, but the thongs... I was going to hear about them whenshe came back for sure... even if they were plain black and. "I'm a little surprised you were so adamant about helping Angela, because you obviously consider suicide a viable option." She took a breath. "Look, I know well enough. I know that if I asked you to tell me that you were absolutely certain that you'd never try it again, you wouldn't be able to do it." No, I wouldn't," I agreed. "But, think of it this way. I'm also not planning on doing it again. I'm here, I'm OK, and I'm not trying to figure out where you hid all the sharp objects. And that is. Lean over with your hands on the edge of the desk. Thrust your ass up and spread your legs.? I do as I you have instructed, dipping my back to thrust my cheeks up as high as I can, spreading my legs the required 18 inches apart. Once in position, you lean over, letting your hands roam over the cheeks of my ass and whisper in my ear, ?You will get fifteen, count out loud.? The wooden paddle comes down and ?Splat? it connects with the right cheek, instantly bringing heat and a.