I was crying too much. Yes I knew I was learning my lesson though. I was going to be such a good girl from now on. Maybe I understood now because I wa... 19 years old. The hairbrush hit home time and again. I know I was squirming around on Auntie Sarah’s lap but never once avoided the hairbrush. Not once. I was sure the spanking was harder than last time. Tears were streaming down my face but my eyes were too blurred to see if the carpet was wet. I really expected it to be. It was with some. Aur wo ab apni kamar aage piche krne lagi thi, main aur niche gaya aur uski jeans k upar se he uski chutdo ko dbane lga aur wo abb aur jor se siskiyan ley rhithi aaaaahhhhhh uuuuuu ffffffffff khhhaaaaa jaaaaoooo meeriiiii cchhuuuttttttt faad do issseee khaaaaa jaaaaoooo virruuu luuuvvvvvv uhhhhh ohhhhhhh comeeeee onnnn fhaaddhhh doooo abb maine uski jeans ko utar diya aur uske jhaango pe kiss krne lga aur suck krne lga ab wo pink bra aur blue panty me mere saamne thi to maine apne bhi kapde. He walked back over to her, and offered her a sip, which she thirstily consumed, along with another "thank you" again."I can see why you thoroughly earned the moniker, 'Pistol Lips'!"He then quipped, which nearly made Annie cough on the water."Thanks!"She swallowed and grinned smugly. She then felt kind of silly, as it dawned on her that all she's been saying is variations of "thank you"."Now, to compete your redemption. I'm not going to free you."He told her."What?"Annie looked at him. I did not. It is too late for Mademoiselle Giry and me because we have already fallen in love with one another."Erik could not think of a thing to say, so he simply uttered."Oh..." Come, Erik. Let us make haste! And, Erik, thank you for caring enough about Meg's reputation to become angry at the thought of me, well, just, thank you."The two men nodded at one another and made their way into the opera house each lost in their own thoughts."That is Meg. The third girl from the right in the front.