She looked at me with her intelligent brown eyes and chuffed.“Thanks for reminding me,” I told her.I left Bella and Chantal gossiping, smiling to ...yself with amusement. Returning to the veranda, I passed a small wrapped box to Bella. “Happy birthday.” Bending, I brushed my lips across hers, and returned to my seat, picking up the glass of white wine and sipped.Bella smiled at me, pleased, looked at the small gift, and unwrapped it. Tears welled in her eyes despite her smile. One dripped down. I was equally shocked, however, with how the Sensei was constantly barking criticisms as she watched everyone."Bart, straighten your punch." Paul, fix your stance." Georgia, other hand should be at your side."Nicole, in my mind, was an enigma of perfection, a person who seemed to never screw up, but shockingly, she was actually the one the Sensei picked on the most."Nicole, your shoulders are too stiff." Nicole, your timing is off." Nicole, you should know better."Sheesh! If I thought Salvador. It still never ceased to amaze her how aroused her parents got when one or both were spanked. Was the same the case with her Grandparents she wondered? What was unclear though was just who was smacking the others bottom. Zoe wandered out to the garden and found her Grandma had already cut three switches. Zoe picked one up and swished it. “ That’s a good one Grandma. Once you have shaved it off it is really going to hurt.” “ Thank you dear. I have picked switches before you know.” Zoe did. Sliding into Arnold was like squeezing inside a familiar velvet glove. When he started to buck like some feisty cowboy's mount, Adam slapped his buttocks hard enough to make him more compliant and rode him tenderly knowing he liked it gentle rather than rough. In all honesty, he was exactly the opposite always asking Arnold to give it to him good and even redden his backside with the thick leather belt they left hanging on the closet door. The more Arnold insulted him with the terrible filthy.