"Mom's smile had a way of saying trust me. I closed my eyes only wondering what tomorrow would bring. In the morning we found something strange going ...n. Instead of one of my cute outfits to wear, Mom had laid out a pair of my old jeans, and a T-shirt that I had worn many times as Daniel. My old tennis shoes with sweat socks that reminded me of days gone by. Worst of all, there was a pair of my underwear that I hadn't seen or wanted since leaving Oregon.Mom said, "Hurry and get dressed." She. Polite. The word kept echoing in my head as I spanked her, harder than I imagined I could, each slap loud in the small space. I wondered if someone in the hall would be able to hear. Her flesh was warm under my palm, and with each blow she made a low sound of pleasure mixed with pain. My cock strained against the material of my pants. Each little moan of pleasure made me want to hit her harder, to even make her consider backing out. Again, and again. Her skin quickly grew pink, then red. I lost. And again a bit harder. But not too much. By now my sister is clearly uncomfortable, she is moving this way and that, and I bet that her ass is quite tender. That, after all, was my plan all along: tenderise her bottom with light hits that don't count in her eyes, so that the real hits later will have much more of an ... impact.Anna must have realised the same thing, because suddenly, without any increase in strength on my part, she says 'One'. I stop tapping immediately, because from now on I. You are right. Judge Thorson is on his way, and even though we were waiting for you to wake up, we would have still delayed until the Judge could be with us."It is good to see you awake, son. The last two times I visited you, you were in awful shape. I do owe you an apology for how things went when we tried to help you travel to Sweden. I am so sorry, son. We discovered several things that you deserve to know. We'll talk about it all when my friend, Clyde finally gets his butt out here."In the.