I promise!” I cried desperate for the bare bottom spanking to stop. Smack!Tears were running down my face as I waited for the next spank. It didn’... come and I looked up at Mommy. She was staring at my ass cheeks and I could see in the mirrored reflection that they were covered in bright red hand prints. She was admiring her work. My belly seized again, distracting me from the searing pain on my ass. “Mommy can I let it out now?” I asked. She shook her head, still staring at my ass. She lifted. I nipped downstairs in my dressing gown and made a pot of tea; Mum was in the process of cooking us some breakfast, so I gave her a cuppa, and took our two mugs upstairs. Jen was in her room getting dressed, and I put both mugs down on her dressing table before giving her a loving kiss."Are you okay, darling Sis?" Oh yes, Jon, I feel great, thanks!" I'm so pleased! No regrets?" Good lord, no, none at all! I'm really pleased that we managed it; making love with you was even better than I hoped. Any idea where they took her?" No, not yet, I can't find her while she's drugged; I have to wait until she wakes up. That's how I found these guys; my dad was starting to come out of it. What about you? Any clues at either scene?" I don't think Henslith went anywhere near either location. Everything we've found points to these four. One of the neighbors at the safe house is retired Army intelligence and knows what the house really is. He remembered seeing a white van — possibly a Ford — parked. ‘What do you want to do tonight?’ Jackson asked her as she slid in to the passenger seat of his car. She had just come out of the old library that had been converted in to the law offices where Andie worked. ‘Umm, how about the World War II documentary on this History Channel? There have been previews all week. It looks interesting.’ Andie chirped back, smiling as she buckled her seat belt. Jackson pulled away from the curb and drove off in the direction of his apartment. Andie had been.