Could you go call your Aunt Val?"I thought about Aunt Val and realized I hadn't seen her at all."Yeah sure. I'll be right back."I walked back down the...hall to Aunt Val's room. Her room's door was wide open so I called out to Aunt Val."Aunt Val? My dad told me to call you down for breakfast." I stepped inside to take a look and Aunt Val was nowhere to be seen.Suddenly the door closed behind me. I turned around to find out who it was and saw Aunt Val standing there in nothing but some booty. The work of the morning had soaked the shirt through and it also wore a little of the dirt of the job as well. He was sweating buckets and he wanted a drink of water, and after that, all that he wanted was a cup of coffee and maybe a cigarette, though he decided that the last thing wasn’t really a limiting factor since he had to walk all the way to the shed to get one. He began to walk toward the house. Kayla knew that he likely hadn’t seen her yet, so she watched him in a bit of awe. It didn’t. "Yes master." She said as I felt up and down her backside remembering the email where I told her how she would be tortured, I then started to act out the email by spanking her ass good and hard. "Thank you master" she said with each slap of the ass. I kept spanking her for a while then I grabbed her hair and dragged her to the couch."Head down, ass up" I ordered, she obeyed burying her head into the couch sticking her ass up as far as it could get. I pulled down her pants, exposing the ass and. Then she picked up some termly school reports. Three were set to one side. She read the others briefly. All had glowing reports of the academic progress and sporting prowess. The other three from different years were much the same but each had a comment on behaviour and started “This term it has been necessary to cane Elizabeth…”. In her neat handwriting Miss Haywood had explained the reason. Liz squirmed still at the memory and how at home her mother had read the reports and, at bedtime, given.