And, I really had to get to work. Maybe, I can just push this off for another time. "Sir, I believe next week might be better for me." "Penny, this is...exactly why we need this meeting. You are starting to forget who is in charge. And I will be reminding you at 5:15 today. I'm signing off now." I had this sinking feeling in my stomach. I was curious, yet scared. And still very confused. What's the point of being a good girl if I'm going to get punished anyway? And now I was faced with a dilemma.. It was two days before I ‘came to.’ I called Momma and told her to come get me. I wasn’t insane, but I wasn’t a whole person either. I understood what I’d done to Chris and I hated myself for it. Because we were ‘connected,’ it was far worse for him, he knew that there was no excuse. I’d broken him and I’d made him something he could never have envisioned. I made him a cuckold. For years, just thinking about what I’d made Chris was enough to send my blood pressure through the roof. I’m not. I hesitated then thought: ‘What the hell!’ and brought the sports shoe hard and swiftly down on to her bare left buttock. There was a loud ‘thwack’ yet she didn’t flinch. Straightaway, there was a reddening imprint of the sole upon her flesh. She thrust out her posterior even further as she relished the impact of the second blow… which I delivered with even greater f***e. She gasped. Already, her left buttock was beginning to purple. I switched to the right and gave her two satisfyingly hard. They hadn’t always got on, but what brother and sister did? They seemed to be getting on better than ever at the moment though. They must finally be getting over the sibling rivalry. Sex had gone off the boil with her husband Michael over the last few years. Elaine still had as much of an urge as ever, and didn’t think she’d ever lose the need to orgasm daily, but Mike just seemed to want nothing more than the weekly fuck they’d become used to. On the one night a week they.