Crack...Crack... Crack and finally the last and the hardest, Crack.As Jay lay over Donnas’ knee she gently rubbed his bruised naked bottom. After a ...ew minutes Jay’s sobbing subsided and Donna assisted him in getting up. Jay was glad this was over. But was it?Karen had Jay stand facing the fireplace so his bottom was on display for everyone to see. Melody and her mom were somewhat perplexed, after all they had never been a part of something like this before. Donna had spanked her daughter in. " Am I supposed to crawl under your easel to get to the bathroom? And it's in the way of getting to my bedroom too. What the Hell!" You're young and limber; you'll survive" Debbie replied. "However, this placement doesn't seem to be working. Peter could you move this out of Meagan's way?" Sure thing, Mrs. D."Meagan turned to enter the bathroom only to discover that the bathroom door was nowhere to be seen. "Mother! Have you noticed something is missing?" Yes, dear. We did that on purpose." What. If you could call it a home. His drug addicted mum, and wanker of a step-father made his home life a misery. School wasn’t much better. Bentley Hill High School was nothing but a waste of time. Not because he was too intelligent. He was 18, and still in school unlike the couple of loner friends he had who had graduated last year. More because the teachers didn’t teach or like him, and getting good grades was more about winning the popularity contest that was school, a contest he wasn’t scoring. "So, the staff and the troop leaders tell me you were a hero again," Mom said as we left the ranch.It had taken a few minutes to get out of there because each of the girls had stopped to give me a really nice full-front hug. Even the leaders. Phyllis hugged my face right into her boobs. I almost suffocated. Debbie was really nice and just said, "Hang in there brother. If you ever need a sister, let me know." Jennifer went last and gave me a slip of paper with her name, address, and phone number.