We strolled on the cobblestone walk, past Victorian mansions, looking for a seamstress who came highly recommended. Miss Hawkins was to accompany me t... the International Cotton Exposition of 1881, an event of considerable significance in post-war Atlanta and she needed a new dress for the occasion. Atlanta had prospered after the war and in fact had more than doubled in population since General Sherman’s army had put it to the torch. I had served the cause in the War of Northern Aggression on. She was what he’d been searching for his whole life!Kiersten excused herself from continuing to mingle. Grace was about to stand up to do the same when Mac grabbed her hand and said, “No, stay here with me for another minute or two.”Grace raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on in that clever brain of yours?” she asked playfully.“I just wanted to tell you that today has been like an amazing pair of thick, cozy socks,” he said, kissing her hand.“I can usually follow your logic, but this time you. She really wanted to spank me in front of Jenny. “Please?” I whispered imploringly. She answered with barely perceptible shake of her head and tapped her thigh again. I groaned quietly, and the flush on my skin intensified. I could have run back up to my room. But I hadn’t smoked a single cigarette since Becca had established these “preventive spankings”, and I couldn’t afford to fall back into my habit. I bent over her lap, caught my weight on my arms, closed my eyes and tried to forget that. But, how does a girl, I mean how do we…,” Theo said, continuing his act.“Here, I know what to do!” Tiffany said, taking charge like she had to do with her father. She had to help her brother and she knew she would have to tell him what needed to be done. “Stand up!” she ordered.Theo stood up, his cock straining against his shorts. Tiffany dropped to her knees in front of him. She grabbed both sides of his shorts and pulled them down, anxious to see his penis. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad?!.