I was lower than dirt. I was pond scum, the guck that clogged the shower drain. I was...Mom knocked again. "Please, Dee."I wanted to tell whoever was ...ith her to fuck off, but they didn't deserve that any more than Mom did.So, summoning the ghosts of Charles Dickens and Jane Austen, I managed to answer super-politely. "Please tender them my regrets and inform them that I am not receiving today." I vented my displeasure in a way they couldn't see, with a backhanded finger in the direction of the. If that was right then it was also right that they be subject to a spanking regime to try to instil in them the sense of responsibility they had lost, so, once again, knew being spanked was so right for her.Dale then had to stop thinking about anything other than the still very hard spanks landing on her bottom. She knew that she was now crying freely as well as tensing her arms and legs, shaking her head from side to side with eyes tightly closed and hissing in and out through clenched teeth,. Around four, she told him he should be heading home, she still had some work to do and that he can always come back tomorrow for more. Was he excited about that. Then, she had him stand up while she took a picture of his dick.That kind of made him nervous but she assured him that she only wanted his penis and not his face and then he seemed pretty proud to have her take the picture.After he left, she printed it out of her printer, it's really a high-end one for her business and she had a. "Oh let me get a look at you, are you alright? I was worried when you told me what happened, I can't believe you got attacked again!" she said hugging me once more. "I think I'm going to have to lock you away somewhere. It's not safe for you out there." I'm fine Gwen," I said hugging her, back."Well come along you must be hungry let's get you some dinner," she said taking me by the hand and leading me to the kitchen where D and Joyce were waiting."Amanda I'm relieved that you are OK," said.