That's all." What if I had a tattoo?" she asked innocently. "Would you really look at it?" First off, if you got a tattoo without your mother's approv...al she'd probably scour it off with steel wool," he said, trying to sound menacing. It didn't work. "Secondly, it would all depend on where it was, now wouldn't it." He smiled, thinking he'd won a point.Mandy wasn't cowed at all."Oh, I don't know. I think Mom would approve of a nice, tasteful little tattoo. What kind do you think would look good. The caning was wonderful after the first few strokes. As far as that is concerned, there is nothing to forgive!"They finished their meal and Paula ordered Roberta to kneel so that she might mount her horse more easily. It was a very long way up for such a tiny girl and Roberta's strong young back was a great help, especially as the intelligent Slave rose with Paula on her back and elevated her to the saddle! It was a lot easier for Roberta this time than it had been before when Paula had stood. He couldn’t quite pronounce ‘Nicole’. So he called me Nickles. Even after he could say it right, he called me that for a long time.”“And he called you that?”“Yes, when we were in his bed. I asked him to. I don’t know why.”“You asked him to do that, while you were...”“Mm-hm. I had my hand on his slippery dick and I was getting ready to make him cum a second time. And it popped into my head. So I said, ‘Call me Nickles‘. And he did.”“That’s actually pretty cute. How did it feel to have him call. When she in the mirror might glance,Mortification, thus renewedAt the thought of how she'd been used,Her sorrow thus to be enhanced,And when the brother and sisterWere alone, they would rememberHer kneeling, before his member,And at the thought, each would shudder,Just as the father, his daughterRemembering, upon her knees,Her sweet face upturned, to receive,From his own and from her brother's(And from a score or more others')Spurt after spurt, and spray and squirt,Until at least an entire.