Up at 530, he cleaned himself up and got ready for a busy day. Back in the processing room he did a visual inspection of Tracee and went back to the o...ffice to make breakfast.At 630 Tracee was waking up. A jumbled mixture of thoughts were streaming in as if she had torn out some pages at random from an encyclopedia. She knew that she needed to calm herself down as much as possible so she could think and get it all straight in her memory.I don’t know why, but I slept pretty well.This is trouble.. “Spanker, Deb has been accumulating demerit points this week and needs to be punished. Will you start us off?”Spanker needed no urging. He pulled over an armless kitchen chair, sat down, and pulled Deb across his knees. Then he spanked her ass hard for a long time, exploring her anal opening and her pussy lips while rhythmically beating her buttocks with his open palm. All the time he urged her to mend her ways. She bit her lip but moaned and cried when he hit particularly hard and watched the. “No, it’s not just the phone. It’s Matilda!” Rosanna shot back. “Matilda? Who has an old-fashioned name like that these days?” Casey asked sarcastically. “Matilda does, that’s who,” Rosanna said through labored breaths. At last, she located the dreaded phone. Casey listened to Rosanna’s end of the conversation intently. “Hi Mattie. Yes, I know we had plans. Listen, I had an accident. No! Calm down. I’m fine. Really. No, I’m not in the emergency room. It wasn’t that bad. I met a friend from high. "It's alright Jamie, we already talked about this."Finally she nodded, "No, you're right, it's hard. Sometimes, like with this asshole, it's really hard. I want to hurt this guy so bad, Bob. I want him to suffer for what he did." Her voice got stronger as she spoke. "And then I want him to die." She glanced at Allison and Lizzy and blushed. "I'm sorry, but I do."Allison scoffed, "Don't apologize to me, not for this guy. As far as I'm concerned, you can't hurt him enough."Lizzy just shook her.