She accepted and next she dropped a mail to me like hi Mahesh, I am accepting your friendship but I should be online only. I was in heaven and told he...r my acceptance. Then we started chatting.We were having chat almost daily. We are discussing about her family friends her daily routines. One day I asked her photo which she was refused. Then I asked her to with webcam. She didn’t reply. Next day she asked me what is webcam. I explained, then that evening I got a mail from her like I didn’t have. Rather red faced I signed for the parcel conscious of the drivers eyes taking in every tiny detail of my body in a fast but very thorough appraisal of both body and the way it was dressed! Glowing, I snatched the parcel then stepped back indoors hurriedly the second that docket was signed, leaving an astonished driver looking at a closed door, within seconds the doorbell again rang and I opened it just a crack to see the chap striding down the path and Steve stood on the doorstep, I welcomed. I looked up as we pulled down the gravel driveway and saw about 6-7 cars in the parking lot.We parked the Cadillac and we got out and headed up to her parents home. It was a big two story log cabin with a huge porch and a big barn in the distance. There were 8 bedrooms and 3 baths and they had a big living room and dining area. Her Dad met us at the door and he was little guy about 5ft and little jumpy and he shook my big hand and looked up and yelled "Mary - there here!!" There was some noise. The wooden polished and heavy wooden paddle could induce searing agony after just a few minutes. Makaela found herself over her mother’s lap for through and lengthy thrashings often going on 17 to 20 minutes. Makaela’s bottom would be a searing red, borderline violet, but her mother would always take her into her arms and hold her until she calmed. After a long thrashing Makaela’s mother always slept hugging her daughter, calming her through the night as her sore bottom kept her up. Makaela.