Willy baby. I lied to you about never being spanked. I didn't want you to know that my Daddy spanked me all the time. I was afraid you would want to s...ank me also. I didn't want my teenage son to be the boss of me." What do you think Willy." His Grandfather asked him. "I believe your mother has earned herself a good spanking for lying, don't you?"Betty's face was crimson with humiliation. Her eyes looked up at Willy as he responded boldly. "Yes Grandfather. I think she has earned at least ten. As she got to the caning table, and bent over, stretching her arms up towards the leather cuffs, she wondered how she could’ve been so silly, and realised that she needed someone who could take care of her, and once again wondered if it could be one of these policewomen.Martha bent over the table and looked up to see the faces of the offenders looking at her, knowing they would see the pained look etched on her face when she was caned rather than her welted bottom. Some of the offenders looked. I noticed a strand of long dark hair on one of the pillows and reckoned this was the side where Paula slept. I lay down taking in her scent from the pillow, a faint trace of her perfume remained. On the ground beside the bed, I noticed a small white bundle and upon closer inspection I found it to be a small pair of white cotton panties in a bunch. They must have been worn the day before Paula went on vacation and were dropped hastily as they were getting out the door to the airport. Picking. She left herself in position to see the road, but in a place where the driver couldn’t see her. She leaned forward and pulled the curtain to just enough to allow a peek through. Comfortable with her hideaway, she relaxed and waited on the driver to return and take her to Houston. As she contemplated her trip in the darkness, a thought hit her that hadn’t before. If the truck did take her as far as Houston, how would she get out when she needed to? What if the driver drove right on through the.