I just stay silent, without saying a word. She put her hand on my shoulder and said just think that I am your best friend and I will not say it any on...e. It give me little confidence , I was shivering inside. Again she asked is that I make it hard?. And I nodded my head. She said don’t be afraid, I am happy that it gets hard by me. I was surprised by her words.I was little bit afraid, started apologizing her that I will not do it again. She replied that you can’t stop it or you can’t control it. “Now keep still or you’ll get even more,” said Auntie. The first strokes had put red marks on that lovely bottom which now waited for more. Swish, swish, two strokes at the join of her bum and thighs, swish, swish, the final two on her cheeks. Kate stood up when instructed and walked round to stand by me. My cock was still erect and Auntie called me back to stand next to her. She turned me sideways to the rest of the family. “I have told Jim before that this is unacceptable behaviour,” she. Desperate for some other distraction she latched onto matron who was off to catalogue the Fairyfield family archive, and who seemed glad of some company. They went to the unused east-wing and entered a small, windowless room littered with boxes and crates all of which had been opened for investigation. They revealed a huge stash of household goods that had fallen from grace over a number of generations, broken tennis rackets, a glass cabinet of bird’s eggs, boxes of cutlery, a walking stick. “Depends on your parameters squire,” he explained, “Their all alive when they leave and we have no deaths in the Whetherfield or Greater Manchester area.”“Right,” I says. “Straight up, de bollocked, cunted titted and all that gender reassignment crap and they are fine,” he laughed.“What’s so funny?” I asked.“Fucking County boundary runs along the Canal!” he laughed.“So?” I asked.“Fifty yards up road so if they can’t walk there we stick them in the Transit and let some other dopey cunt worry.