Rising and dressing I took my time. I rubbed my prick in my Levi's, and looked at my clock. It was close to noon. Cindy would be making us some lunch....I was soon cleaned up and out of my room. Passing through the archway into the kitchen I saw Cindy at the counter. She was slicing bread, for sandwiches, I supposed. I snuck up on her. "Peter! Get your hands off of those. They aren't toys, mister!" Her hands slapped mine, which were cupping her tits. So soft, and no bra. I didn't remove them. I. “But you’re likely the one with the best recollection of Liz’s activities during that time.”He sighed.“One of her favorite games back then was trying to ditch us,” Ryan admitted. “It only happened two or three times but ... once she was gone for 30 hours. We weren’t in New York. We had flown to Italy for a fashion thing. She slipped out a window and we didn’t know about it until it was too late. The other times we would find her in an hour or two. I mean, social media wasn’t huge back then but. . WHACK! ... USELESS ... WHACK! ... USELESS ... WHACK!I spanked the crap out of her. I knew it was what I was supposed to do, and although I would have much rather been fucking that perfect ass before me, I knew that the only reason that perfect ass was even in my house was because I had promised to spank it ... to beat it red.So I beat the crap out of her with the paddle and I listened to her scream. She screamed like Hell. She screamed so loud I thought the neighbors might hear. She screamed. "Uh oh, excuse me... Were you looking for someone?" Dan said, as he uncomfortably noticed for the first time the change in his voice to a much higher range than he was used to.The postman, at the sound of his voice, stopped in mid-step, turned, and began to stride back towards the house. "Mrs. Talbot? I have a Special Delivery item of mail here for..." A pause. "for a Dan Talbot and Karen Talbot." "Uh oh, that's me, and my wif... husband is right here. What is it? Do we have to sign.