"I've tried to diplomatically suggest to Becky that our friend, Tom, wants to get into her thong."I grinned as the older woman raised here eyebrows at... my terminology. Then she smiled."I guess Becky could wear a thong. That fashion idea came after any possible thong days for me were well past," she chuckled. "I'm afraid my goal now is to conceal and support, rather than expose and entice. It would have been a different story thirty years ago."For some reason, my mind rebelled at the mental image. "It is you who is the pervert,my girl,that is why you are over my knee," the Abbot responded.The spanking of Aisling continued for sometime before finally,for Aisling she was allowed to stand and resume her place bending over the table next to John,however she was ordered to remove all of her clothing and underwear before she could join John bending over the table.The it was the turn of John to bare his bottom and place himself over the Abbot's knee. As soon as he was over the Abbot's knee the. The second one stayed down. The third one did too. She fell into a dreamless sleep about the time the sun came up. So I did what she would have done, had you not dropped the bomb into the center of her life. I got her kids ready for their day and sent her son to the bus. Your son. He kissed his sleeping mother and was glad she was resting. He had no idea what had happened the night before. He had no idea the man he idolized had cut off all contact with him. He just knew his mother was sleeping. ‘Do we need to go somewhere? Do you need to talk?’ She shakes her head, pulling away from me and sniffling. ‘I’m sorry about that. I…I need to get home. It’s almost three.’ ‘You’re just going to cry all over my shirt and then leave? Jasmine, I…’ But she’s gone, scurrying to her car and yelling ‘I’m sorry,’ over her shoulder as she goes. I suppose I should go after her, try and find out what’s going on that has her so upset. But my car’s in the other direction, and I’m expecting a call. And.