After a few minutes, I hear smacking noises. They sound like hands against bare flesh. I start counting them, realizing that I may have missed one or ...wo before thinking of that. I get to six and there's a pause, then they start again. With the thirteenth smack I hear a woman's voice say "Ow!". It sounds like Claire's voice. There's another pause, and the spanking starts again. Seven more smacks, twenty total now, or more likely 21. I hear cries of pain each time now. It is clearly Claire. I was standing there with 7" of young manhood standing straight up. Carrie walked me over the couch and had me stretch out and before I knew what was happening she was sucking my cock. After a minute or so I told her I was about to shoot my wad, she continued sucking my cock and fondled my balls until I shot my load. Carrie kept sucking until I was completely spent. Carrie then said it is your turn to take care of me....... We got up and went to her bedroom and had me undress completely. He was wearing a t-shirt and soccer shorts, because he came straight from playing a game with a soccer team called the Knights. I, Dr. Alyssa Carson, came in with his x-rays in hand.I examined the x-rays and said, "Well, Ken. It looks you have a really bad sprain on your ankle. I'm afraid you might have to sit out this year."He looked down heartbroken, muttering, "Perfect timing. Championships are coming next weekend."Not only were the Knights getting ready for the championships, Ken was also. A servant inside tried to stop them, but Cal heard where most of the noise was coming from and piloted Greg in that direction, handing Greg's reeking slacks to the servant.The sight of the obviously drunk, effectively naked Greg framed in the arch of the main hall brought all sound to a halt within seconds. Cal recognized Greg's mother, and she came hurrying over. "What did you do to him?" she demanded. Cal noticed where her eyes were locked as she reached out to button Greg's shirt for at.