Aunt Frankie had perfect skin, chiseled cheekbones, hair so curly you wanted to bury your fingers in it, and an ass that twitched so fine he always ha... to be careful not to get caught gawking when she left the dinner table.It didn't take long to explain to her that everyone else was at the hospital. She said she'd had to cancel a business dinner that evening and she'd stopped by for company.Trevor longed to say something that would make her stay, and maybe even something that would make her. My mother definitely didn't include that in her sex education. I was overwhelmed with confusion and embarrassment, but these emotions weren't enough to make me go back to bed like a good c***d. Suddenly I heard a loud snapping noise. Terror washed over me as I realized he had hit her with the riding crop. I turned around immediately and went towards the stairs. In my mind, he was beating her and I had to tell my mom about it. I stopped and started thinking about what to do. She didn't. She instructed him to kneel in front of the chair and bury his head in the cushion. She then pulled down his trousers and pants. Standing back she raised her hand above her head and swiftly brought her hand down hard on his left buttock, causing the head to splutter a cry, muffled by the cushion. As she raised her hand again she looked at the red hand print on his, large round buttock. Without warning she brought it down harder this time. Again another muffled “Fucking hell!” came from the. "Oh, no! She was changing from "maybe" to "no." It's just because I'm not one of the cool guys," I stated. Some disdain couldn't help but come out."No." Then what is it?" I pressed.She put her head down."Okay," I said sadly."I'll give you your stuff back," she said."You can keep it." I don't mind." I want you to have it," I insisted."Thanks." You're welcome." We could just be friends," she suggested with a disingenuous looking smile."Let's be real," I said. "You're a cheerleader and I'm a nerd..