The carriage rolled to a stop, but Tamara du Bois, Baroness of Chelmsford, stayed seated. She was a young woman, barely ten-and-six, but had inherited...the title at her mother’s untimely death. The curtains had been drawn close over the windows after the attack, and when she had tried to move them aside to see where they were going, a sword had been thrust through, along with a gruff order to leave the curtains alone if she knew what was good for her. All she could do was lean towards her. There were also several wooden chairs and stools. On one wall were various crops, whips, canes, and paddles."How tall are you?" Sally asked."I'm six foot even." I replied.She took one of the modified saddles and secured it with straps to the wooden horse."I am now going to spank you while bent over the saddle on the wooden horse. Since you have thirty demerits, it will last thirty minutes and it will hurt. When was the last time you were spanked?" She asked."It was back in eighth grade by. Yeah, we should have been candid, upfront with you. Don’t you agree, Mom, Dad?” Sandra opened up the discussion with her parents regarding the “summer wife” custom.“So ... you don’t want to do it anymore? It’s a family tradition and a lovely one, Sandy,” my mother-in-law, Enid, spoke now.“Exactly. A beautiful thing. Look how it brought you five closer,” my father-in-law, Horace, added.“You lied to me, okay? You LIED!” Jimmy stood up and threatened to storm out now.I stood in front of Jimmy and. ”“Ok, ok! I think that this announcement will put the whole family in BBQ mood. I’ll have Lynn let you know. Thanks again, Jim.”I disconnected the call and plotted how to make the announcement as coolly as possible through some pretty heavy tears.That night after we had put the kids to sleep, I was lying in bed quietly cuddling with the wives. They seemed to know something was on my mind. Something serious. I got out of bed and stood at the foot of our double king-sized bed with my hands on my.