Mommy patted and rubbed her panties for a few moments until her daughter relaxed and then changed the hairbrush to her spanking hand, and rubbed the s...ooth wood of it across the panties.Mandy grabbed hold of the chair legs and let out a deep breath. She was finally getting what she knew she always needed, a sound hairbrushing. Mommy raised up the hairbrush and brought it down with a firm smack, followed quickly by another."Oooooh! That hurts!" Mandy gasped."A spanking is supposed to hurt!". ..I knew it! Her Mother lives out in Arizona she likes the dry climate out there the woman lives like a hermit out on top of a bluff in a beautiful log cabin the view is spectacular and if it wasn't for her I would love to go there! She never approved of me I was Anglo and not good enough for her daughter she always gave me the stink eye whenever we have to visit Patricia knows I hate going there but she also knows that I love her and would do anything for her so that's why I'm getting the. Are you ready?’ That really was the question. The trouble is I had no idea what I had to be prepared for except the pain of the dark night. I stiffened my sinews and summoned up the blood. ‘Yes, Miss Greta, I am ready.’ There I had said it. Eva appeared in the doorway. She was wearing a chauffeuse’s uniform but like no other I had ever seen. It was a black suit made of leather, the trousers were tight – like a second skin. The jacket was long and had a flared skirt. It was open and she was. Peter’s black look of despair didn’t stop her, as she demanded to know what had happened to cause his thunderous looks. Begrudgingly, he explained Jennifer’s mental state as he signed the register for three rooms. His bodyguards would be staying with him, as his in-laws had demanded. Susie wasn’t impressed. ‘The Little One has given up, eh? I told you to fight. What happened when the battle became too difficult? You fled. You really are nothing more than a self-centerd wimp.’ Her disgust was.