“I used the tawse on the first one. He carried on a lottoward the end – much like you do!”“You bitch,” I mock-scolded h...er as I tweaked herhardening nipple. “I bet you were creaming in yourpanties the whole time, weren’t you?”“Oh, Rick,” Deanna moaned with pleasure as I continued toplay with her nipples. “Did you do the forehand-backhand thing then?” I queried.This refers to when she stands directly behind thespankee and. Our parents overheard Christine asking me to go, and they encouraged me to accept, even though I persistently refused. Our parents felt it would be good sibling bonding time since Christine and I rarely hung out. So, I was offered the other ticket, and I couldn't refuse.***To get to the location, we took a short train ride, followed by a short cab ride. The meeting location was a small ranch with a lounging area for guests. The ranch itself wasn't part of the retreat. It was merely a gathering. I sat quietly with the handcuffs on and said very quietly. "They're both eighteen years old."The detective got very quiet and started studying his notes. About that time the female officer came around the corner. "Sarge, we've got a problem."The detective looked at me confused, and then turned his head to look at the officer. "Can I see you outside for a minute?" He closed his notebook, got up and headed for the front door, the female officer in tow.A short time later, the Detective came back. The Palace had certainly changed—every room was bustling with activity. I passed a room full of young boys and girls in their bright red page clothes. I swear I heard the words "flunky" and "old fart" drift out.My instructions, once I had told the young page I would accept the summons, were to meet "Lord Morgan" in his office near the back of the Palace. I felt that if I was going to the back of the Palace anyway, I might as well peek in on the kitchens.Did I mention that I was a cook?Dressed.