She provided the excitement and I provided the stability. It’s a heady combination before you really take serious stock of your differences and see ...ll the red-flags in between. Logistics weren’t the only thing that had me continuously putting off a break up. There was also that awful little niggling doubt that happens when you’re on the cusp of ending a big love affair and all the ‘what ifs’ that start to play around in your head. What if you’re making a hasty mistake? What if there’s. That's when I saw my cousin walk from her bedroom towards the shower her tight cloths not leaving much to the imagination. Her short blue hair shinning, and a rocking tat of a butterfly resting on top of a skull on her right shoulder. "Hey dweeb I'm going to take a shower don't run any water." "Yeah sure" I replied back. That's when It hit me she's adopted and my balls are bluer than the tiny tank top she had on. So I decided a peak couldn't hurt.So I got up and snuck over to the hallway. I. Later that evening I brought us some dinner and Jesse refused to eat it. I let it go and put in the refrigerator. About eight I found her sneaking bites. Tell me whats bothering you, I suggested. Fuck off, she said. I had it I grabbed her by the shoulders and led her to my bedroom. I sat down on my bed and bent her over my knees. She was bottomless as usual. I gave her ten sharp smacks on the ass. She yelled and screamed with each one. She looked at me angrily when I was through. She left the. I felt no envy. I had a place in the Mistress’s heart that was peerless; I had her confidence and her trust. I liked the girl and, unknown to her, guarded her from some of the jealous unkindnesses that might have come her way. Indeed I had been instructed so to do by the Mistress herself. Over the years that followed I watched as she grew, developed and matured. Had I been less committed to the service of my Mistress, less aware of that good woman’s aspirations for young Maude, or Madeleine as.