He hit me with the paddle 5 more times, then asked for the note again. I refused. He then pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties.I started to s...truggle, but he laughed and said, "Oh, now you are worried, aren't you? Oh well, you will have to face the consequences." The first slap hurt pretty bad. It stung, but I refused to cry out. He started spanking harder, each hit with that black paddle hurting more and more. My bottom felt like it was on fire.He whispered, "Beg me, little slut."My. Gerard’s mother was a cold looking woman, but handsome nonetheless. Her son looked nothing like her, but it was clear that the St. Claires were a good looking family. ‘Elizabeth, this is my mother, Edith St. Claire,’ Gerard continued with the introductions. ‘And this is my great aunt Maybelle Horton.’ He gestured to the shriveled woman sitting near the fireplace, and who amazingly looked even more dour than Mrs. St. Claire. ‘How do you do,’ Elizabeth said as she curtsied again. Maybelle. At that moment I looked down at Jenni, and say a tear come to her eye. "I'm so sorry Tony. I never meant for you to get involved." Well he is in it up to his neck now bitch, so shut the fuck up." This was all a bit much for me to take in 2 minutes, so I just fainted. After about 10 minutes I woke up, all groggy, and trying to figure out what was going on. The first thing that I saw was my sister, still naked, sitting beside me crying. "Don't cry Jenni." I instinctively said."You weren't. He knew just how much to suck on it, enoughto feel truly wonderful but without making me feel like I'd just beenkicked in the nuts! I so wanted to cum but as before, I didn't want it toend.Then a wild thought entered my mind, (wild for me anyway). "I want to suckhim too!" I pulled myself away from him and beckoned to him to lie next tome which he did. I could see his hard cock straining to get out of hisshorts and pulled them down releasing it as it popped out upright. It wasabout the same size.