Indeed, I believe they were deliberately designed for that purpose. For one thing, the spankings were much less private. The discipline scenario had... been moved from the privacy of my own or my parents' bedroom and into the living room. In practice this meant that while the boys were not specifically invited to watch me being punished, they were free to enter the living room while it was happenning. To tell you the truth, I don't think either of them ever missed a chance to witness one of my. I buried my face deep, my nose right at the crack of her ass as I licked away. Her wet juicy hole was on fire, as she squealed with delight. She wanted me to fuck her with my tongue, and I did just that, in and out, fast and deep. She was screaming in pleasure now, and her warm pussy juices ran onto my tongue. I even gave her an extra treat, as I ran my tongue right up to her puckering asshole. I could tell she was a little taken aback at first, but when she started to enjoy the sensation, she. Therefore, I told him about the fire and my stay in the hospital, but didn't mention Cathy or the MRI results. Finally, I got around to asking about school. Last year Chuck and I talked with our counsellors and arranged to have the same classes. He let me know that the week had been mainly a review of the stuff we covered last year. After catching up on all the gossip, we said goodbye and hung-up. I was tired, so I went to bed.Going to bed doesn't mean going to sleep or at least not always.. As he did his other hand came up and slapped me soundly across the face. It was what the inmates referred to as a 'bitch slap', and it really stung. My eyes started to water.Eddie took a handkerchief out of his pocket and put it to my teary eyes."Now Michele, don't cry; I would hate to ruin all the hard work that Carmel did with your makeup," he said."Just behave yourself and there will be no more pain."He lifted my chin and looked deeply into my eyes."God your just fucking beautiful," he.