She took Jessica’s wrists in her hands and gently moved them down to her side.Heather’s hand went up to where she had struck Jessica’s cheek and...rubbed it lightly.“There, there. I don’t want to hurt you. I want us to all get along. You understand that, right?” Heather said lovingly.“Yes, Miss Heather,” Jessica said. She sniffled.“Good, good,” said Heather. Heather turned her attention to Jessica’s breasts.She studied them intently for several moments before reaching out and cupping one massive. Tears are starting to drip from my eyes, but still I could feel my erection throbbing. The sensation of a burning bottom, and the rubbing of aunt's stocking tops was nearly sensation overload. “Right then, ladies. It's cane time. But as we have all found out that spankings are a turn on, I think we should all learn how to cane Mike with a bit of a difference. Right Mike, up you get. Go and stand in front of the dining room table. Clara, you sit up on the table facing Mike, and as Mike bends. Maybe I wasn't cut out for the public part of this.I parked at the Resort — which looked busier than it had earlier. I went in to search for Weena. Once I was inside it wasn't much of a chore. The lobby was noisy and the bar was noisier. I don't know how much Weena had had, but it was a lot. She had a bottle of beer in one hand and was dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief in the other. She was laughing at something a short stockman — maybe a ringer — had said. I walked over and took away her. You wouldn't know aZiffindale from a Ripple. For the main course, send in a goodChardonay."Gwilliam said in a huff, "Very well ladies."Belle was looking at us with some anger. She said, "Come on you two. Hewas trying to do his job."I said, "He may have been, but he should learn what wines go with what.I am no expert, but Merlot goes well with beef. I suggested the Chiantibecause of the pasta."Bobbie said, "Aunt Belle. I know Merlot may go with lamb, but the wine Iwent with also works well..