“A spanking with the hairbrush follows the same rules as with the hand, but stings a good deal more.” Aunt Fiona returned to the task in hand and ...egan to methodically tan her niece’s bottom with the hairbrush, back and forth across her steadily reddening bottom, varying the speed and force of each series of smacks until Caroline, unable to control herself anymore, collapsed over her aunts knee, sobbing and begging her aunt to stop. Fiona dropped the hairbrush and stroked her niece’s now. He stood up when Art walked in.?Sir, greetings brother Arthur Hanes, sir? he shouted as if he were in the military.?Miss Denise Riverton, Mr. Jack Materese and Miss Veronica Bell.? Art said. Edward looked through the stack of tags sitting on the desk.?Ah, here they are, sir? he said, handing the tags to Art.?Thank you,? Art said. He handed two of the tags to Jack and peeled the tags for Denise and himself. Jack peeled the tag and nervously placed it on Tommy?s dress. Tommy giggled at Jack. They. We'd had great sex through a long afternoon in front of the fire in the library, and Margaret had withdrawn to her bedroom. She often did this, temporary solitude seemed to revitalise her, and sometimes, when we were, so to speak run in, the evenings developed a special intensity. Normally I enjoyed these times of quiet reflection, but today my mood darkened when I was left alone, and instead of looking forwards, my thoughts travelled back.I wandered the edges of the library, the tiles nearly. But this was definitely not the way I had imagined my first sex since the divorce.It hit me that this was no role-playing game. This was the real thing. I was tied up, I was going to be raped by a stranger, and there was no secret stop-word, if he went too far to my taste! And still I could not prevent myself from reacting far too well to the situation. Guess I've been away from pheromones for too long. At least I felt my pussy fill up with blood, swelling, and moistening. I felt heavy down.