"Honey, I love a good spanking as well as the next masochist but that's fuckin' assault! When we get back, I'm calling the cops."Sam screamed hysteric...lly, then pleaded with her friend to leave the police out of it. "The bruises are nothing. I like it a bit rough. She just went a bit overboard because of Larissa."While a spanking confession normally would have excited Olivia, going overboard because of a misguided concern about Larissa made her sick. Her heart went out to her friend, her. Once she calms down and can talk we will let her know she is most welcome here as long as she wants." I had no more than said that when there was a scream from the living room. Tammy had awakened and was crying all over again. We rushed in to her and held her trying to soothe her as best we could.It was a very traumatic night with Tammy waking up about every hour screaming and crying calling for her mommy and daddy. The only thing I could say to her was that we would be here for her and we will. White, clean walls and floors, high tech security, fancy gadgets in every nook and cranny of the place, lab coats and uniforms on most the staff. It wasn't all cold and without character though. There were a couple of massive halls within the facility, they were used fairly often to host things like parties, visits from political figures, special screenings and early access to shows and movies, etc.Unfortunately though, some things never change.Sunlight began piercing your eyes. "God damn it.". I bring your stockings. I love carefully rolling each stocking. I love kneeling at your feet, placing the rolled stocking at your toes, and slowly, slowly rolling the silky nylon over each foot, calf, and up your thigh, where I secure them with a garter. I love and adore your bottom. If you would let me, I would have you stand that I might kneel behind you. I dare not ask. But I would marvel at your roundness, your perfect plumpness accentuated by your smooth, muscled legs and waist. I would.