Unlike others, she saw something different in me. Not on the outside, but that thing you can't quite see, the inside of a human soul. I was always the...shy one, the one who hid at the back of the room, quiet, head down, my insides shaking as I looked around at all these strange people I didn't know.No mercy, ridiculed and poked for how I looked, laughed at by some. In their cruel fashion of pain they enjoyed causing another person to shed tears. They say words can't hurt you, but those people. "Baby, that was the best," he said, smiling in return. He lifted her to her feet and pulled her against his body. She laughed as he kissed her, evidently not caring about his cum still coating her face. She had swallowed his first shot, and she wondered if he could taste himself on her tongue. She thought that would be it, but he broke the kiss and turned her around. He pulled her to him again, wrapping his arms around her. She started to protest, but all that came out was a moan as his. It's a long time since he's got a spanking from me so a refresher might be needed."Mark's mum said much the same ending with "and that goes for you too, my girl."Mrs D took it in her stride. "Not to worry" she said, "I'm sure they will be good but if not then a wooden spoon will help. I also have a little strap that can make a big impression. We had a couple of lectures on discipline in my course so I know how to handle problems. Do you want to see if you think the strap is OK?" Mum said no. Suitcases were open on the beds, the floor, clothes were thrown messily all over in what seemed to be a very complex filing system. Stan sat on the bed with curlers in her hair wearing an amused and slightly frightened expression, apparently Franca already got to her. ‘Come, my pretty, have a seat and I will commence the transformation!’ Rea sat in the chair in front of her friend who immediately attacked Rea’s hair with gels and sprays. The three of them chatted while Franca busied herself.