But after a while, I thought he was never going to stop, and for the first time I started to think I had pushed him too far. I often had tears in my ...eyes before the end of a punishment session. At some point, as the pain built up, they would simply start. I almost never really cried. But now, as Uncle Jamie kept on switching my poor bottom, I started to gasp with each stroke, and then to sob. This was the first punishment since I reached puberty where the pain washed away all my erotic. You were angry but coming down from being much angrier, I think the media were behind you. Anyhow I wandered in and stood at the back of the crowd and listened. You don’t usually lose it do you?’ ‘No, it’s just that my bastard of a brother had sold out to an international company that has no concept of a principle that I’d inherited from my father and I’d carried on, and that’s one of reciprocal loyalty, if you look after your employees they will look after you. Brother Peter on the other hand. It was fed by a river, which meant a lot of people fished there, but not all that many people chose it over a nice, clear pool, for swimming in.Which meant there were lots of places along the shore where a boy and girl could spend a little private time.No ... I'll never forget that summer.On the day Dad took us up to Gramps' house, to start our college experience, we already knew that he might not be there. Though he was retired, once in a while he still did some consulting of some kind, and he. Don't do that! I gave it to you because I trusted you! I..."Present Cassie watches in mounting horror as her younger self sways and the room ripples and wavers."So sleepy..." younger Cassie murmurs as she slowly crumples to the floor, the room fading and racing away into the impossible distance.Cassie's eyes blinked open, and she sat up. She rubbed her eyes and stared out the window, where dull gray-white light shone through gentle flakes of snow wafting down in the early morning air. She.