The boys’ mother heard that a preacher in town Had been successful in disciplining children, So she asked if he would speak with her boys.The preach...r agreed, but he asked to see them individually.The mother sent the 5 year old in the morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in the afternoon.The preacher, a huge man with a deep booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, “Do you know where God is, son?”The boy’s mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting. You will find the broom and the dustpan in the kitchen. When you are finished, come back here and kneel once again, just like you’re doing now. I have some work to do in the meantime. Do you have any questions?” Connie looked up at me with willingness written all over her round, tanned face. “No questions, I understand.” “Then stand up and begin,” I ordered. “And do it quietly, because I’ll be concentrating. And if you’re a good girl, then we’ll move on with something else.” She nodded, stood. She returned to find the others engrossed in Ant & Dec’s latest TV offering, her arms weighed down by heavy bags.“Errrr… hello?….this is our Saturday night ladies. You can turn that off for starters!” she cussed.The red button on the remote was hit and Jess fired up the ipod dock with some Rihanna. The rose was poured and the singing commenced.Everyone was dressed down in jeans and a top as they had no-one to try and impress, but hair had been quickly done, make-up and perfume liberally. Wondered what happened after the hairbrush incident. Without warning, CRACK, the first one on her left side, shocking her as she sucked in air. Nine more, hard and fast, all on the same tender spot. “Ten sir, thank you sir.” Tears already on this side. I was focusing on the crease between her ass and her leg, coming in at a little bit of an upward angle, lifting her up on her toes with each rough splat against her ass. “Twenty sir, thank you.” More tears, lots of them. I wondered if she was.