I still told her no. She then asked me if I could let her go for a walk, she promised me that she would be back in 15 mins. I could simply not refuse ...this time.She left the house and began to climb down the stairs. I decided to follow her. She walked down to the nearest paan shop and asked for a benson light and started smoking. Now this was a shocker. I walked to her and saw the color disappear from her face. She through her cigarette and before she could try justify herself I told her to come. Socks on his feet.“Thank you for coming,” he said. “I’m thinking that I may want to put this house on the market and move to one closer to the water. I would also like a little bit more privacy, as my neighbors are just way too close.”“Not a problem,” I said. “I was very flattered that you contacted me, and I am looking forward to servicing you”. The minute the phrase came out of my mouth I regretted it. Freudian slip for sure. He looked a little taken aback for a minute, then without skipping. He jumped up onto the stool, then immediately jumped off, flipping himself forward. Finally, he did the same thing a bit further along the line, where there was no gaining height at all. He again jumped onto the imaginary spot where the stool might have been, then jumped again, flipping himself forward.Next, as Jeff told the kids what to watch for, Liz jumped onto the trampoline, but she flipped herself forward and landed on her feet in just the right spot. Jeff did the same so they could have. She held the cane in both hands, each end in one hand, and flexed it, bending it, making sure I saw its power. Of course. Twelve strokes always followed my spanking. I wondered how I had forgotten. Maybe Zofia telling me it was over was the reason. A lie of course. I was livid with her, and about to say something until I saw her smile. “So Matthew, do you want your normal twelve strokes, or do you want to earn a lesser number?” I looked at her, through my blurred eyes, unsure if she was.