Vo to madhos thi…Maine jaise hi apne hot uspar rakhe..Uski to jaise rooh jaag gyi…Ek dam madhos…Usne mujhe ssedhe haath se gardan se pkda or apn... upar force kiya..Mai peeta rha uski jwaani….Kaan pr piche gardan par…Ulte kaan par….Fir…Gardan par..Or vo rasile hoth aaye….Lga rha mai bhi…Un pyalo par…Peeta rha..Peetha rha ..Or fir ek dum jaise josh me aakar maine vo top nikal diya or apni t-shirt..Fir hamre ang ang se mile….Or ek ajib si lhr dono ke tan badan me chaa gyi…Dono ko hosh na tha..Bas. She said it was hersister Sheila! The woman was trying to say something and wasobviously trying to escape. She was lying face down on the bed andhad gotten her knees to the floor, but her feet were tied together toowell for her to get any further. Sherry reminded me of how she had atwin sister and how she had warned me that Sheila couldn’t betrusted. She said that Sheila had come to visit…actually, to makeher sister miserable and that Sheila would do anything to steal mefrom. The pain, and the memories of the pain, had all gone now, but the ‘spanking that never was’ had tormented me forever since! I’d lost count of the number of dreams, day and night, that I had orgasmed while lying over his knee.It was my favourite fantasy, and I had been spanked by friends & enemies, pop stars & neighbours. They had used anything and everything to warm my bottom, and put me in the wildest variety of positions to punish me. Yet still it had never happened for real.“Are you all. Cassie is aware of her only when the woman gives a startled gasp.Cassie whirls around, and her eyes widen as she sees the stooped old woman, a gnarled, gloved hand gripping the end of a cane. The old woman's eyes widen as well, then narrow to points. She raises her cane and brandishes it before her like a clumsy sword. "This is no place for the likes of you!" the old woman cries in a voice like an oily hinge. "Peddle your body somewhere else!"Cassie is confused until she realizes the woman is.