I looked down at the slip of paper in my hand and was totally puzzled.“Ten-thirty tonight -- don’t miss it” was all the note said. I spent the r...st of the afternoon trying to figure out what it meant, and came up with exactly nothing. After a while I gave up trying to solve that mystery, and just waited for sundown and got my binoculars ready. It had been a couple of nights since I’d been able to catch Mrs. K’s hair brushing routine and I was definitely anxious.As night fell, I was. .. Surely, the Fripps would understand... This would be the last time she sat for the Fripps, obviously.Would they tell her parents? Would her parents believe her side of the story?Who else would know?Shelly's mind was being overwhelmed, especially not knowing if Teddy had any other surprises. She knew that she could probably explain just about anything that Teddy had. At least what she knew about.Damn!Shelly had absolutely no idea what to do right now.She wanted her clothes back. She wanted to. Mascaracoursed down her cheeks. Blood spilled down her buttocks and thighs.More pre-cum oozed from her erect cock. Her penis glistened with hermanly fluids. "Please, Kevin, please don't hit me again. Please--"The answer to her heartfelt plea interrupted her entreaty, the vicious,brutal blow of the rattan taking her breath away, as it stole her words,and she gave vent to the horrific anguish that filled her backside with atruly pathetic, reverberating series of screams.Kevin's already stiff. John was visibly squirming in his chair.The waiter saved him. John tried one last time asking if I wanted him to order for me. I cut him short. “You hardly know me, John, so you can’t expect to know what I prefer. You ordering for me would be a little much, don’t you think?”John examined the menu with his head down, so I continued, “I ordering for you would be more appropriate.”When the waiter came back I ordered a complete dinner, and then, as an afterthought, “He’ll have the spaghetti and.