Thank you, Sir." she simpered between soft, smiling lips.There was a pause on the set as all four cameras made the most of the scene, taking several s...conds of tape time to make sure they had good film. Also they wanted to capture the marks Fran would get on her buttocks and thighs and give them time to develop; the blood had to rush to the skin surface to make a better show of her pain.In those few minutes between cane strokes Fran, of course, had to remain in position and stay in character.. Enjoy the rest of the show,” I said as I walked away from him, not giving him a chance to respond.I had several similar encounters like this throughout the evening and each time, I became more and more aroused and daring in what I would try and show and expose to them. The fun thing was watching them move throughout the gallery afterwards trying to catch another view of me. One guy was like a photography drone in ‘follow’ mode. I could not shake him from my tail.The crowd started to thin. The first smack should have told Eric that this wasn't going to be one of their usual bedtime spankings. He felt it and the ones that came right after it as his buttocks began to sting and get warm. "Oww that really is stinging, Sandy. Take it easy." Reaching over to the night stand she picked up her hairbrush and told Eric, "It's going to do more than sting before I'm finished." She began to swat him hard covering both cheeks making sure they were getting a deep red color. Eric was squirming. She asked me if I was serious about her. I said I could be, but I was a one-woman man, and I didn't know if she could settle down. Plus, I pointed out, I was going in the Rangers, so I wasn't sure it'd be right for me to ask it of anybody. ("You'll know if it's right. If it's right, it's right. Don't let the Rangers scare you from finding out.")We had a nice roasted chicken for dinner, and I won't bore you with the details. After dinner Mom got out the scrapbooks. She had been waiting for ever.