She obviously had a great sense of occasion. “Let’s get on with it. Another five strokes. Stay in place, if you know what’s good for you.” She...said nothing, and then the cane lashed down again. She squealed, just like before, but apart from that she retained her composure and position. The throbbing pain in her bottom was intense and just would not quit. She began to think that there was no way she could endure another four strokes when a third one landed purposefully, causing her to gasp and. Slowly his hand elevated from her buttocks, hovering at shoulder height.Splash, splash, splash went the water. SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, went his palm. "Ow, ow, ow," went the girl, sucking in a mouthful of air and biting her bottom lip, a little pink handprint colouring her buttocks.When the stinging had died, Joel issued a fresh volley of smacks, Natalie's body jerking in unison. Tears welled in her eyes, though as much for the humiliation as the pain. She could not, however, hide the treacherous. I ran in to Carol in the dinner line. I had secretly admired her from the first time I saw her walking towards me class in high school. She was standing there, waiting with her plate, talking to her friends, about three or four people ahead of me and I couldn’t resist staring at her. She was a beauty, I’ve said that, but a sweet, slim, tanned blonde that had a sense about her that would drive a sane man crazy. Her long locks splayed over her shoulders and down her back, framed the loveliest. Almost in unison they said, "We want to know more about you."Michelle said. "You two, be nice to Chuck. I have to do something but will be back in a few minutes."We all watched Michelle leave the room before turned back to each other. The girls got up and sat on a love seat that was right across from me."Okay," I asked. "What do you want to know?"They looked at each other and then one asked, "First, what is your whole name?" Charles Marshall." I answered."Do you have a wife?" the other.