‘Get in the tub.’ ‘I’m too much of a whore even for you?’ she said, with the most miserable and dejected tone of voice he’d ever heard. Sh... was about to start crying again but just swallowed the rejection and let it join the stack of misery within her. She slipped into the old fashioned ceramic tub, the kind you see on Pinterest. The warm water, with a scent of roses or lilac or something, was heaven, until the water touched her ass. ‘Ouch,’ she said, ‘Did you have to hit me so hard?’ ‘Just. Looking at them excited me as I walked back up to the master bedroom. I gave her the ice and watched as she held it to her rather sore pussy. Then I showed her the pictures.Julie Ann said, “That’s not me.”I replied, “It sure looks like you.”Julie Ann said, “I don’t care what it looks like, that’s not me.”I asked, “Do you have a twin sister?”Julie Ann said, “I don’t think so. I was adopted as a baby.”As I looked closer at the pictures I said, “Her hair is longer and darker than your hair is, and. Those hairs are sparsely knitted on her thighs and her legs in plaited form. Although, Unni has not revealed his feelings while applying the cream on her feet, but his questions and statements are too apparent to ignore; moreso such statements are far too inciting for Anita to ignore. “Ma’am, will you let me apply some lotion on your legs… by the way, your legs are so hairy… i like it (Unni murmurs)” . Anita, by now, has been transfixed in an absolute sensation; her innerself yearning for some. I was glad of my position away from the main audience, as it gave me a better view of her coltish legs and tight posterior.J.D. reclaimed his paddle and positioned himself.“Alright, Mandy, count them off,” her mother instructed. “J.D., take it away!”There was another quick round of cheering and applause, which the jock acknowledged with a quick wave before delivering a heavy, two-handed blow of the paddle to the sixteen-year-old’s tight bottom.“One,” she choked out to the suddenly silent.