I knew that was a definite no-go but I kept that to myself and just nodded my head like I was one of those submissive dummies upstairs.The man reminde... me of my first husband Ralph.Ralph had this thing of spanking me every time he came home from work and he would pound my ass cheeks telling me I was a bitch for him being late, or for making a mistake or for being caught doing something he was not supposed to do. I guess he used me as his “whipping boy” to help him get relaxed after a hard day’s. But Jenny, the only of the three who heard the bandit’s voice, had also seen the dark mischief in the man’s eyes…had felt his hand in her wrist, had sensed the man gently assisting her carriage exit with a hand placed on her lower back, had felt him brush lightly against her in the altercation…and knew his height and stone. Keeping her awake nights, she kept these memories in her heart. And when, weeks later, her father boarded ship for purchasing in Liverpool, she made it her duty to find him.. You think any of us wants to give up your wonderful cock now that we’ve gotten used to it? Nuh-uh, right girls?’ Autumn and Julee nodded and echoed their sister’s sentiments. They were all crazy about their Uncle B, he’d brought them all closer together. They were happy that their Mom was home and couldn’t wait to hear her stories about her vacation, but it was going to be weird not having Uncle B around every day. Autumn and Tabitha were already starting to feel the need again, the twins had. 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 chair. Then Chrissie grinned as another idea crossed her mind. With the head patiently waiting for the next slap, Chrissie went over to her bag. Mr Cranwell, his head buried in the cushion was puzzled. He had got a strange kick out of being slapped, as his dick was as hard as a rock, but now she.