Brian wanted to ask where they were, but knew his Aunt would only scold him again. Aunt Stacy strode up to front desk and said something he couldn’t... make out. The receptionist nodded and pointed down a long hallway. "Follow me, dear.” He followed, overwhelmed with curiosity. Aunt Stacy pulled open a large door leading to a ballroom adorned with paintings similar to the ones he had seen earlier. In the center of the room there was a large, red oak table. Six women were sitting around it. “Do. I didn't really catch on until Nan called me Johnny that first time and I didn't mind. With her, it was a term of affection, like when she calls you Georgie-Girl." You called me Georgie-Girl when you woke up," she smiled."Do you mind?" Not at all ... as long as it's you. Special privilege for a special man." In that case, I can live with Johnny from Nan and you," I grinned, taking her hand and squeezing it."As if on cue, a short, balding man entered the room. The smock and the stethoscope were. She said you wouldn't turn me down. You can text her if you want.”"No, I believe you. It's just that it's such a surprise. It's flattering, to say the least."“You want to put your luggage in the bedroom? I'm not quite ready for bed yet.”"Okay," she giggled.She headed off to the bedroom with the dogs following her tails wagging. She scratched behind their ears then disappeared into my room. I went to the living room and dumped myself on the sofa wondering if this was a dream or a set up by. “I will join you in the barn in about ten minutes.”I wasn’t looking forward to this next spanking. After I finished the dishes, I went into my room and changed into a nice summer dress and a pair of clean panties. I also put on some perfume, so I would smell nice for him. Then I slowly walked over to the barn and walked over to where Mr. Green was sitting, which was on a somewhat low and narrow bench.“You agreed to this spanking so lets get it over with.” He told me. “Stand in front of me.