I've rarely been as scared as I was when Hebe put her key in the lock at her front door and I was trying desperately one last time to think up a good ...line. Before she could turn it, the door and key were jerked out of her hands and the door was thrown open hard enough to bang against the hall doorstop. Mrs. H stood there in her dressing gown, and I figured we were dead. The only possible glimmer of hope, and it was a pretty weak one, was that I couldn't see Mr. Z anywhere behind her."Inside,. On the second evening, while mingling with the theatre crowd after the show, Betty introduced her to members of the orchestra that accompanied the performances.She turned to a dashing young man in a dark red coat with skin the colour of milky coffee, “I’d like to introduce my dear friend, Mrs Whitmore. Lucy, my love, this is Tony and he plays the fiddle.”The musician gave her a mock-outraged look, as he bent over Lucy’s hand and kissed it elegantly. “Elle adore faire des bêtises,” he said. I saw Flora in her black sheer pantyhose with those floral patterns running along her long beautiful legs. She wore a black leather corset with a long leather cape going over her shoulders which dragged on the floor as she walked across the room in some high heels peep toes. Oh my god, those pretty nylon feet with her black nail polish. My dick started showing signs of life. She crouched down and looked at me and pulled the stockings off my head, and she put it in my mouth. Her pretty green. “No way Dad, you put your hands on your head.” I did so whilst the spanking continued unabated. I watched as Rachel raised the hairbrush and brought it down again and again, and found the way Susie’s bottom wobbled around so arousing. I knew Susie was struggling, she always did, but I could not stop my erection returning the more I watched Susie being spanked. I knew Susie felt the same way when watching my spanking. Susie was bawling her eyes out well before Rachel stopped spanking her and.