I don?t think I want to dirty my beautiful Hawaiian hands by spanking your inferior ass,? My Mistress said.I heard her getting off my bed. I heard her...walk up to my table and pulled out something. It sounded like she was taking out my ruler. My eighteenth inch metal ruler.My Mistress came back on top of the bed and felt something cold and steely moving on my ass.And then a WHACK.I moaned in pain, more tears flowing down my closed eyes.As she kept on WHACKING MY ASS, she was giggling. She really. "Thanks." I was left with a puzzling image as she practically leaped out of the room with what sounded like a soft cackle of glee.A few moments later she was back, Carl following her into the living room. He was naked, and from the look on his face, and his sister's, I suddenly realized I had walked into some sort of a Sibling Situation.No matter what, just the sight of him was enough to send my heart into palpitations, and my knees got weak. I think that would have happened even if he'd been. I have enough on my plate already." Besides, I worried about how I could explain my expertise with Wing Chun and Shaolin wushu weapons at my age and in this century to a venerable Chinese teacher of Kung Fu. Sifu, I corrected silently. A Chinese teacher is referred to as Sifu.Watching carpenters build crates for my paintings wasn't my idea of a good time, and that attitude was exacerbated because Sherry had called and wanted to meet me after school. When I explained my circumstances, I'd. "Just like Tom, she thought, not to tell me. "Come in," she'd said, and stepped aside to let him in.The week before the hot water hose to the washing machine had blown while she and Tom had been out shopping and they had come home to a flooded floor. The water had also run down all the floor heating ducts and had soaked a good part of the basement as well. As she walked through the house pointing out the damage she noticed that the insurance man seemed to be paying more attention to her breasts.