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dear.”
    “Right away.”  She beamed.
    Not long after Marcus, Jason, and Robin sat
down to their Shepard’s Pie.  The conversation was pleasant,
filled with a lot of talk about the strange foods the men had
eaten.  A particular story centering on pigs brain had rather
grossed out Robin, but by the end of it she had been giggling like
a schoolgirl in her endearing Manchester accent.
    During the dinner Robin had gotten up to
bring things to and from the table, during which Jason enjoyed the
full view of her ass in a pair of form fitting gray track
pants.  When she bent to throw away trash Jason didn’t miss a
suggestion of panties under the taught fabric.
    Once all had been cleaned up, Robin excused
herself, but before she did so, as if to remind him about something
in a tiny voice she told Marcus.  “I’ll be back down in a few
minutes.”
    “Ah, yes of course.” Marcus said to
her.  “Jason lets go into the living room for a cigar.”
    “Love one.” Jason clapped Marcus on his back
the whole time watching Robin exit up the stairway, her hips
swinging, oozing with sex appeal but what he was truly hooked on
was her effervescent personality not that the hot bod wasn’t a
great hook.
    Handing Jason a cigar Marcus observed. “She’s
a beautiful one eh?”
    “Ah” Jason hesitated.
    “Don’t play dumb man, you’re attracted to
Robin.”
    “You noticed?” Jason sheepishly admitted.
    “Hard not to son, understandable, she’s a
proper stunner.” Marcus laughed.  “So well, you might be put
off by what’s about to happen.”
    That caused Jason to do a double take, and
ask: “Huh what?”
    “Robin reminded me she’s earned herself a
thrashing.” Jason didn’t say anything to that, so Marcus
continued.  “Yesterday she took my car without consent.
 Her father’s rather adamant that I maintain discipline
regarding his child, who sometimes can get herself into
trouble.  That happy go lucky personality which I see has
ensnared you my boy has been known to get Robin into all sorts of
mischief, to which a soundly caned ass has proven to be the most
effective method of correction.”
    Jason just said: “Oh” but thought about it
and asked.  “Should I go? I don’t want to embarrass her.” He
realized he began to think all sorts of perverse thoughts, most
regarding that bottom under that skintight fabric and how it might
look jiggling under a cane.  More still, that he could simply
choose to watch it happen should he want.  Clearly Marcus
wasn’t rushing him off.
    “Don’t go Jason” sweetly called out Robin as
she returned holding a straight yellow cane in hand.  “It’ll
be alright.”
    “Well then my dear, lets get to it.” said
Marcus.
    Robin nodded, and handed the cane to Marcus,
went over to where on the floor a T had been marked out in masking
tape. Toes lined up with the top of the T,  which in
width was a little less than a foot, Robin pulled her curls back,
dropped her hands down to the waistband of her track pants and
tugged the tight fabric over her hips, a lacy pink thong encased
her perfect round cheeks. Perhaps a little too slowly Robin pushed
the track pants down to her ankles, and wiggled her red painted
toes as she did so.
    Watching her bend, Jason admired her full
buttocks on display.
    Unhurriedly, hands moving up her legs Robin
glanced sultry over her shoulder, coyly smiled as she stood back
up.
    Jason realized he had a bulge in his pants,
he also noticed that apparently he was far more self-conscious by
what was going on than even Robin, who looked to be getting
something of a thrill herself.
    Lifting the waistband of her thong over her
hips Robin worked them down to her ankles and this time remained
touching her toes.
    The bulge in Jason’s pants throbbed almost
beyond his control.  He looked at that perfect ass and the
fruits on display for him – he was quit dizzy, this beat a strip
club any day!
    Marcus tapped the cane on that taught
buttocks, brought