However, she was worried about saying anything and thought it safer to listen to what Ivana had to say.Ivana saw that Mrs. K was blushing, and so was ...pretty sure that she had remembered what she had written in the diary. However, just to confirm that, she asked in an innocent-sounding tone, “I read all of the first three months and see that you were spanked twelve times during that time. Do you remember, Mrs. K?”Mrs. K continued to blush because she certainly did remember. It was a difficult. ..As he drove his car along the beachline road, he let the soft sea breeze blow in and felt the warm spring sunshine on his face. Traffic was light this time of year. As he came around the south end of the bay, he noticed there was small truck parked at the old house on the far side of the beach access. The house had been for sale for years, but now it looked like it had started to come back to life...the grass had been mowed, there was a bicycle out front and some old boxes out by the. Because his girlfriend wasn’t there he kept taking pictures of only certain parts of me. I felt uneasy without his girlfriend around. At one point, he even asked me to lift my ass up, telling me that models do this to make their asses rounder. Whatever, I know he is just a big perv. I did it anyway, but still just a touch unsure about us doing this alone. Was I sexy? Was it ok to let my Uncle take photos of my ass? All these questions loomed as he came in close with the camera getting shots of. “come on dawgs—get him inside—come on”! He was in a panic—he was crying. Shit I dont think I ever seen my lil bro cry—he was tough as shit. It took 4 of them, hoisting their arms under my pits, to drag me inside. I was pretty fucking heavy at 200 even. Most of the guys, cept for Dustin were pretty small by comparison.As they d**g me in to the middle of the room, two of the bois moved the coffee table over, and they dropped me in the middle of the rug. One had grabbed a pillow from his room, and.