Seven! Five were already out from under foot in other Houses, chits in the Game that brought her to her grandmother's place of power at her death. One...was kind enough to get himself killed in a border skirmish before she had to try to find a House for him as well. And now this latest whelp. What was she-The dratted healer was back! "What do you want, woman?!? Can you not see I am trying to decide what to do with that inconvenient ball of flesh you just removed?" she demanded hoarsely, her eyes. There is so much to fear in the outside world. Home is supposed to be safe. When will the law realize that some women really do commit acts of domestic violence toward their children and spouses? Not as long as the Feminist movement is around to make all the men look bad and blame all of society’s problems on them. Granted, some men do bad things but the women are even worse. We as a society must open our eyes and look for signs of trouble and find ways to deal with them. Our husbands,. ” SLAP! “Three.” Already I could feel my butt warming, the sting lingering after only the third blow. SLAP! “Four.” SLAP! “Five.” I felt the tingle begin - the same sensation that I feel when I’ve used my hairbrush on myself. I will it to go away. But it does not good, as the sixth, and seventh and eight blows fall, I feel my pussy pulse and moisten. SLAP! “Nine.” SLAP! “Ten.” My sister rises from next to me, and I open my eyes to see a smug smile on her face. “Thank you for helping to punish. We tell each other everything, we think a lot alike, but that’s it. But let me tell you one thing,” she paused, and Sally lifted her eyebrows in question. “He’s hell in bed, and he’s going to get better every day.”When he last period was over, the six young people met in the parking lot.“Guess it’s our house, today,” Eileen announced. The group split up; Andy and Patti rode with Sally, Eileen and Rob with Kyle. At the Davidson’s, Sally drove on to her house and the three of them walked back to.