There wasn’t. And then I realized what was going on. The door was only slightly ajar, but what I could see certainly matched the noises! There was a...full length mirror on the wall, and in it I could make out Becky lying on her bed, underneath the sheets, but with her legs apart. The back of her head was pressing into her pillow, with her eyes shut and a look of grimace on her face, and her body was writhing emphatically under the sheets. It became pretty clear what was going on… Becky was. "Luanne punched him again, "Stop making fun of me."Steve looked at her sharply, and said, "Punch me again, and you'll get a spanking."Luanne shivered and said, "You would, wouldn't you?"Steve replied, "Yep, and you'd get off on it, wouldn't you?"Luanne shivered again, and said, in a tiny voice, "Yes."Steve said, "Then it's a good thing I'm such a nice guy, isn't it?"Luanne just nodded.Steve hugged her, and said, "Don't be scared, I'm just fucking with your head again. Give me a kiss and we'll. It felt like the head of his fuck-stick had been caught in a searing hot vice. His mother really needed to relax her anal muscles if he was to go all the way in."GODDDD..." Jennifer wailed, a mixture of pleasure and stinging pain shooting from her asshole through her whole rump. She felt as if she had her son's fist in her ass, rather than merely his admittedly wide, purple cock helmet. Thank God for him at least wetting her anal orifice with spit and pre-cum, and for the fact that his shaft. Finally Paul said, "Betty, are you ready to behave?"Jennifer stopped the spanking long enough to give her a chance to answer."Yes, sir. Please stop."Jennifer smacked her again, hard and whispered in her ear, "Call him Master." OW!!! OW, OW, OW! Yes, Master. I'll behave."Paul motioned for the girls to let her go. Jennifer couldn't resist giving her one last smack and Paul told her to stop. Betty got up painfully. Paul told her to thank Jennifer for spanking her.Betty was about to refuse when she.