Now was not the time to upset her unduly bearing in mind where I was about to go. “Knickers and skirt off please” she snapped as if I didn’t k...ow that would be necessary. As I took my skirt and knickers off I realised my knickers were wet. I wondered if my Aunt would see how wet I was. I looked up and she was still glaring at me, so maybe she didn’t see. Auntie Sarah gave me a real telling off. I was left under no illusion how annoyed she was with me. Her strict voice was exciting and scary. The way her eyes were shot open with death, the large openning in her neck and the way her body was pinned to that tree, the horror of death, the pain. It was perfect, she had not only been violated twice by her enemy, but brutally defeated; butchered. She was so much fun, feeling her cold, limp corpse against me as I raped the pinned flesh, but that was just the beginning.I remember... how Jessi acted, and how pathetic she was after it all took place. She wouldn't tell I soul, I was sure of it. To be quite honest the problem seems to be that with every wash they shrink a little more. We can’t be blamed of having large buns and our pants shrink. We try to follow the rules.”“Then you may need to consider dry cleaning or buy new pants more often. This will not be tolerated. At this point you two have been here often enough to earn a spanking. I have been far too tolerant.”St. Claire’s did enforce a strict corporal punishment policy. Up until now Father Rynski had chosen not to enforce it. How long have you been married? I can't just get up and walk out the door anytime I want without telling my wife where I'm going, and what I'm doing. If I try to lie to her, she'll know it and then my ass will be in a sling. Once Marcie heard what my orders were, there was no leaving her behind. It worked out good because she hears better than I do, and she's a hell of a lot smarter than I am, although I'll never admit it to her," confessed Steve."Just get on with the story, Steve," I responded.