The Fire Marshall handed the Chief my voice recorder. The one I had hidden in the kitchen at the farm house.The chief push play and we heard voices an... then he hit stop. The Chief studied the unit for a few moments and managed to figure out how to begin play from the beginning of the recording."Let's see what we have here," the Chief said and then pressed play and set the recorder on the table. The playback began with the sound of a door closing. I knew that was me closing the cellar door as I. "And its time for me to do something about it. A little promise I made to myself." Ahhh," Hicks said knowingly. "You're gonna tell her to take a flying fuck at Phobos?" Yep," he confirmed."I can respect that," Hicks told him. He considered for a second. "You gonna tear off one last piece first? A farewell fuck?"To his surprise, Jeff actually found himself seriously considering this suggestion for a few seconds. Sure he hated Belinda now and she had put on more than thirty kilos since they'd. Funny how you can go from having all the time in the world to letting it all slip away. For some reason, I don’t open the door, instead something makes me use the spyglass. At first I thought it was to sneak a look but perhaps it was some second-sense, a foreboding, drawing my eye to the peephole rather than greet my expected visitor with a smile and hello. Frozen now, blinking. Sucking in a large lungful of air. I shake my head, close my eyes, rub them. Then trembling, I look again. My brain. I didn’t intend to get naked. I just wanted to prove a point to my mother. I wanted her to see me get down on my hands and knees and present my butt for a spanking. “Maybe that Mexican guy will give us all three a little correction and attitude adjustment after Master Luke finishes keeping us in line,” I said.I got down on my hands and knees, just like my mother. I still had my panties and the volunteer shirt on. I looked over at my mother. She winced as the leather strap cracked into her ass..