First her arm, than her hand, and finally her thigh. I watched with my breath catching in my throat as he ran his hand up her thigh, almost to her pus...y. Lyndia uncrossed her legs to give him access if he wanted but I guess he was still a little unsure.My special surprise of the evening arrived through the backdoor to the parking garage and joined me at my booth in the back of the bar. It was Allan from the bowling alley. As you may recall Allan is an immense African-American with the meanest. "Mature?" said Sharon who was staring at me hard as if she was figuring out what sort of man I was.Oh boy. Way to go lame brain, "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound so patronizing."Ruth, who was sat in the middle of the trio, reached forward and put her glass on the coffee table in front of her. She gave Angie to her right a look, then turned to Sharon who nodded silently as if they had just shared some secret between them.I was suddenly starting to feel way out of my depth here. Maybe I should call. "Isabella,come over here to me,girl,let us begin",Mother Hilda had said,failing to hide the excitement in her voice.Isabella and Franco exchanged concerned glances and Isabella approached the old,severe looking Nun wearing her veil,habit and academic gown.Once within reach Isabella felt herself being dragged over the Nun's knee and withing a brief moment a viciously,hard spanking was taking place.Isabella felt her eyes water and screamed as her bottom began to feel on fire. France witnessed. There’s no other way to say it. Even her lips pursed and drooped to match whatever mood or form she was looking for. The light tunic she wore over her peach-colored tights untangled from her the more she ignored it, and her braid had come completely undone, leaving her long, light hair dripping to the floor. There was no sign she’d even noticed I was in the room — unless, of course, the show was all for my eyes. Which was hard to believe, but I didn’t know what to think. I sat and watched her.