What will you do with it? Will you show it to her?" Yes. I'll tell her I found you writing it and begged for a copy," he explained. "Will you let me h...ve it?"Inexplicably, she gave a humorless little laugh. "I used to think it was important to keep my thoughts and feelings to myself. Now, I don't seem to care. Maybe it comes from having all this," and she swept her had over her front, "out where everybody can see it. You know, not much is secret in this place. Sure, you can have a copy."They. Far far stiffer. And it wouldn’t go down. Summer gasped as she saw it. She wondered whether it had grown to that size because he had watched her being spanked or because he was about to be spanked himself. Margaret ignored it. She didn’t say anything. Even as Jamie lay across her lap and his manhood pressed down on her thigh. Margaret decided she would just get right on with it. She thrashed him with the brush just as hard as she could, spank after spank after spank, as Jamie writhed under the. Then I told her that as soon as I was done, I was going to call the cops and we were going to report this. While I didn't really want this all over the news, I knew I had to do it, in case he decided to report what was probably already happening to him (which, come to think of it, was pretty much what was happening to my darling wife). The only thing he'd be charged with would be assault, anyway, since my wife was in on the whole **** thing, but it would make him look like a liar if he tried to. ..", she warned. I took that as an indicator that my stepfather was coming in for the weekend ... but I still took exception to her giving me the third degree.On Friday morning I went the way of the school bus, leaving my trusty bicycle at home. In quick review, I touched bases with the girls during breaks, paid attention (sort of) in class, and took a couple of loving looks from Carmen between classes ... damn, she was looking good, dressing up more – and, getting attention from a couple of.