For minor misdemeanour's, my wife’s mother would usually take her over the knee for a hand spanking across her clothed or panty covered bottom and s...ometimes, if the misdemeanour warranted it, a spanking OTK on her bare bottom.For serious incidents, my wife’s step dad would usually administer the punishment, which would require my wife to bend over and get a spanking usually with a slipper or in extreme cases, with a switch picked by herself from the garden. My wife is now grown of course and is. ‘What?’ ‘You like her?’ I asked him. ‘Raven, I mean.’ He shrugged. ‘I don’t know what you mean.’ I just nodded. ‘Sure you don’t.’ He just looked at me for a moment and then changed the subject. ‘Anyway, I’m sorry about your mother,’ he said. ‘I know what you’re going through.’ I had almost forgotten that his mother was dead. ‘Maybe.’ He nodded. ‘Yeah, I do know,’ he said. ‘You’re pissed. You’re hurt. You feel abandoned.’ I looked at him for a moment and nodded. ‘Yeah. I’ve been so angry with. I took a few deep breaths and with two minutes to go I walked towards the gleaming steps which led to the front door.I rang the bell and took a step backwards. I waited a minute before the door was opened, a black butler looked at me and scowled, ‘servant’s entrance’ he said pointing to the left and closing the door.I hurried down to the basement, scared now that I’d be deemed late. I knocked on the door and after what seemed like an age the same butler opened it. ‘I-I’m Martin Reynolds,’ I. "If I depended on luck he might actually be right."Everyone laughed at that, and Knife looked over at them. He pointed to Ken with a dart in his hand in a "I'm coming for you next." kind of motion."What can I get ya?" asked the waitress, a cute little blonde in a thin tank top and a very short skirt."Guinness," said Ken."Coors," said Gary.Ken shuddered."How you can drink that stuff is beyond me," he said."Dude, that Irish shit you drink is like a meal," replied Gary. "I gotta watch my weight.".