Same thing, get out, but I was too close to cumming and kept banging her. When I finished I got dressed and went home. My mother insisted I go over to... your grandma’s house and apologize to the whole family. Well, I did, and met the whole family, including the love of my life who is now my wife and your mother. “After an inauspicious start we began dating secretly. If any of your grandparents had found out we would have been killed. Eventually we eloped, knowing that your Grandma Brenda would. Right now they shone with unshed tears. Her make up was minimal as her clear caramel skin needed very little. As she approached the trio her the tears which had been threatening started to fall. Her tears triggered her mother’s and she barely noticed her father and uncle relieving her of her awards as she hugged her mother close. She was almost a foot taller and had to lean down to receive her mother’s kiss on the cheek as they wiped the tears from each other’s faces. ‘We made it mummy!’. However I have discussed this with my wife. Suppose if she has just given you a punishment and there is something where I have to punish you, then I may not give it immediately. We also don’t want to hurt you or mark your skin. But that doesn’t let you escape any punishments either. We decided to keep a notebook to record your pending punishments. So that days when you are not punished or behave excellently and serve us well, you will still get punished. We will strike off the pending. I had never encountered anything like this before, but I had read about it. I think it is mentioned somewhere in the writings of Sir Richard Burton, the nineteenth-century explorer, that Arab slave-owners in East Africa told of ‘grippers’: girls that could tighten their vaginal muscles around a penis. Burton, if it was Burton, commented drily that slave-girls with this faculty were highly prized. I had thought this was merely a fable. But now I knew different: whether by conscious act or primal.