Of course, she also knew that once she had turned his legs the same red colour as his bottom cheeks, it was going to be time to use the hairbrush.Bert... thought that he was coping quite well with the spanking, and was even a little disappointed that it didn’t hurt more. However, that was a sign of his lack of experience, because, as soon as Miss Cane started to use the heavy wooden-pack hairbrush, he realised just how much a spanking could hurt. Even so, he focused, tensed his legs and his arms,. I'd told them I was going to an all night party the day before to avoid any awkward questions. "It could have been worse I suppose. Listen there's something I have to tell you." I answered. "Nothing bad I hope," said Dad. "That depends on your outlook," I said. "There's no easy way to say this, so here goes. For the last six months I've been seeing Gina on a regular basis and it's now become serious." "But she's in her fifties," said dad, "she's double your age." "We both know that and it. I began furiously slamming upward into her slick cunt, eliciting a grunt from her with each thrust. I could see her thighs and fleshy hips and the sides of her ample ass quivering and bouncing as I pounded her. She was squinting down at me with her pouty lips half open. She reached forward and removed my hands that I had clasped behind my head, and deposited them on her big soft buttocks. I gripped them tightly sinking my fingers into the bouncing rubber balls, as I continued pumping upward. . Her fury was unbounded. Her child had been assaulted; her child had fled for her own protection. Father Bernard, the perpetrator, seemed untouchable, invincible. He was protected by law and church alike. She regarded his death as a gift from God, a gift that spared her from having to hunt him down and kill him herself. She understood her husband's immobility, but she did not share it. Given time, she would have stalked the priest and killed him. God spared her the effort; she was spared certain.