We went through the portal to our house and came out in the downstairs hallway. We continued on to the kitchen."You're early," Mother Katie said, as w... came into the kitchen."Oh ... hello girls," she added on seeing the O'Neill sister with us. Annie and Sara had stopped to look at the kitchen in wonder. Of course we were used to it having seen it our entire lives, but others were often surprised by it.The old oak icebox that had been converted to a storage cabinet still stood next to the large. Equally as usually happened as she watched the bottom on her lap turn brighter and redder and she heard the louder and louder gasps so she knew that her pussy was getting damper and damper. She had tried once being submissive but simply did not enjoy being spanked. She reckoned it might have been because when she was younger her mother spanked her regularly in order to try to control her unruly behaviour and that she related spanking solely to being properly disciplined. On the other hand, she. I stared at his powerful blue eyes as they faced the ceiling, trying to order his next sentence. “Yes, about that. I have had to let Viola go. I’m afraid her cleaning wasn’t up to the high standards this company requires and I simply cannot afford a slacker.” I was dumb struck, something didn’t add up. Viola was the one who had taught me the job, the one who had given me little tips to get things sparkling. I stared open mouthed at the boss for a moment too long before finding my. ” Sorry!”, she exclaimed with her baby like innocence. I ignored.“I said sorry!”, this time she was a bit louder.“I heard you the first time! Go back to sleep!”, I said with apathy.She did not say a word. She kept standing. I felt bad. I bolted up, and said sit! I went to fridge and brought the Ice-Bag.“Where?”, I asked with empathy. She looked at me, eyes still red, and lifted the dress slightly above her left knee.“Here”, she childishly said in low pitch.“How many times do I have to tell you.