Written by Fulgur
Illustrated by Crosschan

Chapter 7

A Mycological Lesson

"This is as far as I can take you," said the coachman. "I have to get back to Cant."
I nodded. "Thank you for everything, sir."
"Rego is about ten miles that way. The road goes mostly through the woods."
"Thank you," nodded May.
"And you might want to see a doctor, Miss." He looked at her, concerned.
"Huh? What?"
"Well, I mean... about your problem..."
It was true, I noticed that. May required frequent toilet breaks and she had to really need them. She was fidgeting on her seat the whole time.
"It's OK! Really!" cried out May. "A long walk through the woods, that's just what I need! I'll be fine!"
She might be, but I wasn't.

The crossbow wound was only a flesh one, but I still couldn't move my left arm very well. I had it fixed and it still hurt.
I looked at the girls and sighed a bit.
They complained about clothes and Lord of Cant had some worn clothes. Grace had chosen an old maid outfit (she claimed it "fits her like a glove"), but she didn't opt for the traditional apron, cap and those frilly lace bits I never truly understood what they're for.
Soot refused the change, staying in her black outfit, and May dressed into something pretty uneventful in brown. For travels, she said. The skirt seemed a bit too short to me (not that I would complain!) but long skirts could get in the way. I was a bit afraid how Grace is going to handle hers.
May also chose the same type of outfit for Merta - now the two girls looked like sisters, although physically they were quite different.
Each girl except Soot had a leather bag with (I guessed) spare underwear. Merta carried her hairbrush, and probably Soot's as well.
That made me think of spankings.
Silly stuff, really. Why was it so that girls shrieked and blushed if a man just caught the sight of their panties, but they presented their bare bottoms without much fuss when it was the time to get spanked? I mean, a look doesn't hurt anybody, whereas a spanking... well, does hurt. A lot, in some cases.
Maybe when a boy peeks, I thought, they are shrieking because he's naughty to do so. But when they are spanked, they are the naughty ones and they can't complain about the treatment.
I was actually looking forward to turning one of them over my knee again.
"Well, girls," I said. "Let's go! To Rego!"

"I'm tired," said Grace.
"What? It's barely a mile!" said Soot. "I can't believe you. I'm not tired at least!"
"But I'm not used to long walks..."
"It's the dress," said May. "It's no good for walking."
"Hm. I know that, but it suits me!"
"Well, you chose it yourself, so you must bear the consequences."
"But I'm tired! My legs hurt! Why are we walking, anyway? Can't Merta just draw that flying shape and..."
"No!" I said. "Grace, you might not notice, but Merta's powers are very tiring. And so, we won't use them unless there is no other choice!"
"I can't walk any further!"
I was losing my patience. But I couldn't spank her, not for... five and half days.
"OK, Grace, we take a short break," I gave up. "But we should get to Rego before the sunset."
"Thank you!" nodded Grace.
She sat on a tree stump, while the other girls ran to the forest.
"Come back soon!" I cried after them.
There would almost certainly be something good in the forest, I thought. Raspberries, strawberries, blueberries... But I couldn't get them. I was the leader, after all, the rallying point.
When they emerged, May and Soot had their mouths blue. Figures. Only Merta brought me some berries.
"There were lot of these!" she cried. "Try it!"
I looked at the big, black berries and I shivered.
"Merta, tell me... did you eat any of these?"
"What? No! I wanted to eat them with you!"
I sighed and tipped her hands. The berries fell to the ground.
"Zack? What are you doing?"
"Merta, these berries you've found are the 'crow's eyes'."
"Oh?"
"They might look nice, but this is enough to kill us all, you understand?"
Merta looked crestfallen. "They are... poisonous?"
"Yes, a lot!"
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't know!"
"You are lucky you didn't eat them! Merta, look, I hate to do this, but..."
"Yes, Zack?"
"I have to forbid you from going into the wood alone. You obviously have no experience with dangers that lurk there!"
Merta lowered her eyes. "Yes, Zack."
"At the next stop, you can go with me. I'll show you what's good to eat."
"Thanks!"
"Ok, girls, enough of a break, let's go!"

Grace started to complain again after another two miles, but I had to refuse. "Another mile, Grace, then we will make a lunch stop."
"Oh, all right!"
But she didn't stop complaining. May would definitely earn a smack by this time. Soot would too, possibly.
"Maybe I'll cut a switch from a bush and use it to flick you forward!" threatened Soot. "You are slowing us down!"
"You can't switch me!" yelped Grace. "I'm protected!"
"You won't be for long," hissed Soot, "and if you don't speed up this instant, you won't like it when the ban on your spankings is lifted!"
"Now that's enough," I said. "Grace, you should try more, really. What about Merta? She's still pretty weak and does she complain?"
"Right!" snickered Soot.
"And don't you dare to take the switch," I warned her. "If I see you with a switch, I'm going to use it on you!"
"What? But..."
"You all gave me your trust," I reminded them. "You trusted me, and I will punish you when you need punishment, so there is no need for you to take the matters in your own hand! Have I made myself clear?"
Soot rolled her eyes. "Oh yes... sir."
As the girls marched onwards, I held Soot back a bit.
"I know how you feel," I said. "She's starting to bug me too. But we both saw what she was like when Feltar had his way with her."
"This can't excuse everything, you know," she said. "Sooner or later you will have to spank her. She's a brat - at times."
I nodded. "Sooner or later, yes. But not today. Please, try to keep your temper. Bickering won't help us. We must get to Rego."

"Well, lunchbreak!" I said when the sun reached the highest point. Grace staggered to the moss-covered forest floor and collapsed.
"Why a lunchbreak?" asked Soot. "I don't want to complain, but do we have any food?"
I looked at May and she smiled.
"Don't worry," I said. "We will get something. Merta, would you come with us?"
She nodded.
"Who's going to cook?" asked Soot.
"Um..."
That was a point I haven't thought about. May was a good cook - when she had a good day. Sometimes, though, it came out horrible. Fortunately, Grace saved us.
"I can cook," she said. "Part of my training."
"A good training?"
"Oh, believe me," she grimaced. "It made a great impact upon me." And she rubbed her bottom.
We all laughed.

"What are we going to get?" asked Merta as we were going in the forest.
"Mushrooms."
"What? Aren't mushrooms poisonous, too?"
May smiled. "The secret is to know which ones aren't."
Mushroom-gathering was something of a sport in the village. But evidently it didn't spread far. This was really not that far from where I was born, but the mushrooms here weren't evidently gathered by anybody.
May went left and we went right. Next time I looked at Merta, I barely stopped her.
"Don't eat that!"
She was holding a bright red mushroom with white stem.
"Oh!"
"That's a red toadstool! Bite it and you will wish you wouldn't!"
Merta looked as she was about to cry.
"Don't eat any of the mushrooms, OK? Even the good ones are not much good before you cook them..."
"And toadstools are bad?"
I looked around. It was time for a little lesson. "Well, these red ones with white spots are bad. And these brown ones are pretty bad, too. The yellow ones are not good, but you won't die from them, but these..."
They were standing there tall and proud. Sick green cap and white stem growing from tattered white volva.
"Don't even go close to the green toadstool, or Death Cap" I said. "A single one can kill several people - and you won't realize you were poisoned until it's too late to do anything about it."
Merta looked at the deadly mushroom with revered awe. "It smells good, though," she said.
"And the few people who survived it tell that the taste is incredible," I replied. "But we won't try it, OK?"
"Zack?" she asked.
"Yes?"
"If all those toadstools are bad..."
"Yes, Merta?"
"What are we looking for, then?"
I dived to a nearby tree and brushed some needles off.
"For these."
The cap was brown, the stem was yellow and - most importantly - instead of lamellae like toadstools have, this one's underside was covered with tiny pores.
"Boletes," I beamed. "Great to eat!"

It took us some time to find enough boletes for five. There were a lot, but usually they were small. And all of them were the common sort.
After about a quarter of hour I trusted Merta's judgment enough to let her search by herself. We used my shirt as a bag, and everything was going fine, until...
Merta cried out and I jumped and ran towards her.
She was holding a piece of a mushroom cap in one hand and coughing.
"Ouch! This is... it's..."
I quickly snagged the mushroom. It looked boletish, true enough, but...
I took a tiny bit and put it on my tongue.
Yeeeugh. My suspicion was right.
"You took a bite, haven't you?" I asked. I was angry, but it was hard being angry with a girl who just took a bite of...
...bitter bolete.
"Foul!" Merta finally managed to spit out.
"If this got in the meal, Merta," I said, "a single mushroom would spoil it."
Merta looked scared. "Is it... is it poisonous, Zack?"
"Noone ever managed to eat enough to find out," I said. "It's not a dangerous mushroom, just... unpleasant."
Merta sighed with relief. "I'm glad I'm not gonna die!"
"Well, isn't it a bit late to worry about things like that?" I scolded her. "Haven't I specifically told you not to eat anything?"
"Yes... Zack." She looked scared. "I'm sorry, I really am, Zack!"
"Too late," I pronounced. "I'm afraid, my Lady, that the time came again when you will have to lie down across my lap, and when your bared bottom will feel my hand."
She actually looked relieved. "You won't use my brush?"
I laughed. "No. Consider the taste in your mouth a part of your punishment."
She looked around. "Will you... spank me here?"
I shook my head. "Not here. And not now. We have a lunch first."
She took my shirt stuffed with mushrooms and we made our way back.

"Eeek! Don't look!"
Once I got in the camp, someone has covered my eyes. Through her fingers I managed to see that May was carrying her bounty in her skirt, and she had to hold it way up. Her panties were blue, I noticed that.
May quickly dumped her load and Grace uncovered my eyes.
"I've never seen so many mushrooms at once," she said. "How do you cook these?"
"There's not much we can do here," I shrugged. "Boil them in water, probably. Is there any stream nearby?"
Merta raised her head. "No problem, Zack! I can do water!"

The icosahedron provided not only water, but also a pot to boil the mushrooms in. And Merta started a fire with a tetrahedron. Geomancy really was practical!
May and Grace quickly cleaned them and threw away the ones they deemed too worm-ridden or too old.
That was when Merta spotted a little heap of big mushroom caps May had put on the side.
"Zack? Aren't these toadstools?"
I looked. "Wow, May," I gasped in admiration. "That's really something!"
"Are these toadstools or not?"
I hesitated. "Well, yes," I admitted. "But these are pink toadstools. One of the few kinds that can be eaten safely. They are quite rare - and easy to mix with the poisonous ones, but these ones..." I checked them. "Yep, these are good. Go and cut some switches - we will roast these!"

The mushrooms were not as good as if we had proper seasonings, but good enough, as the general consensus went. Soot seemed unconvinced at first, but she eventually ate what she could. Merta, as the meal progressed, looked more and more depressed.
"What's up with you?" asked May.
Merta sniffed. "I disobeyed Zack... And he's going to..."
May sighed. "Ah. I see."
She looked at me.
"Look," I stammered, "I..."
"No, that's OK," smiled May. "We trust you, as you said. If Merta has to be punished, you should punish her. What did she do?"
"She took a bite of a mushroom after I specifically told her not to do that," I said.
"Merta!" cried May. "Do you know how dangerous it is to eat a mushroom you know nothing about?"
"I... I... I thought it was a bolete!" cried Merta.
"You are way too inexperienced to make decisions like that!" said May. Then she hugged Merta. "I know how you feel. When I was little, I did the same thing. What did you eat?"
"A bitter bolete," I said.
"You were lucky," said May solemnly. "I have eaten the satan bolete. That's really nasty, I can tell you! I had to stay in the bed for a few days. And when I finally got out, Dad spanked me anyways. You get only the spanking, without the poisoning. You are lucky."
"I don't feel lucky right now," sighed Merta.
"Well, it's better than lying in bed with stomach cramps and knowing you will get a spanking once you're healthy enough to withstand it," said May.
I finished my meal.
"Well," I said, "I think that we will go and find a nice tree stump somewhere, Merta."
She lowered her eyes. "OK..."
I looked at other girls. "No peeking, girls! I'm talking mainly to you, Soot."
"Yeah, whatever," she replied.
"If I find any of you peeking on Merta's spanking, I'll spank her, understand?" I pressed my point.
"OK," sighed Soot.
"Fine," said May.
"No problem," said Grace.
I stood up. "Come with me, Merta," I said. Tears were starting to well in her eyes.
I went into the wood, and she followed me.

We couldn't go too far or we could get lost. This meant girls will probably hear the spanking, but I couldn't do anything about it.
So I found a nice, bright place with a single tree stump in the middle. I sat down and I sat Merta on the ground next to me.
"Do you understand why I have to spank you?" I asked.
Merta nodded. "Yes. Because I was disobedient."
I sighed. "You don't have to obey me all the time. You are a big girl and you have right to your oown opinion. But what you did was dangerous. I have to spank you because you put yourself into a danger."
She sniffed. "But I should obey you, right?"
"In this case, yes."
I sat back and spread my legs a little. "Well, my Lady, you will have your bottom chastised. Would you be so kind to present it for punihsment?"
Merta pulled down her white panties, then she lied over my lap. I raised her skirt, uncovering her bare, white bottom. I rested my injured arm on her back. "Please, don't struggle much," I said. "I don't have much strength and you could hurt my arm."
Merta just nodded, biting her lip.
I slapped her bottom. And again. And yet again. I was building the strength with each spank.
Merta started crying almost immediately.

"Zack, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I won't do it again! Aaaaah!"
As I was listening to her squealing, I noticed that she never asks me to stop. Although she wanted to. She had to.
She was crying hard as her bottom was slowly growing red. I raised my eyes for a while...
...and I saw a movement in the bushes in front of me.
I didn't think. I just brushed Merta from my knees and jumped to it.
"Soot! I'll really kill you!"
I parted the bushes...
...to find myself face to face with very scared Grace. I grasped her arm firmly.
"Grace!!! What are you doing here?" I thundered.
"Well, I... I..." she stammered.
"You were peeking?" I demanded.
She gave up. "Yes," she sighed.
"After you promised you won't?"
"Yes..."
"What did I promise to do if I find any of you peeking?"
She paled. "But Zack, you can't spank me! I can't be spanked yet!"
I squeezed her ear and marched her to a tree.
"Panties down, and face the tree," I told her.
"You can't spank me!"
"You are right," I nodded. "You did a very naughty thing, Grace, on top of all the whining, but I really can't spank you. But that doesn't mean you can't spend a few minutes here, with your bottom bare, reflecting on what you did. And on punishment you will receive."
Now Grace looked really worry. "What sort of punishment?"
"Well, that's for you to reflect on," I said darkly.
After she pulled down her panties - green, I noticed - I raised her skirt high and tucked it in so her bottom would be really bare. She started to sob quietly.
I've come back to Merta.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"It's... OK, Zack..." said Merta, still sobbing.
I sat down on the stump again. "OK, bend over, please."
"What?"
"Merta," I sighed. "Your spanking is far from over. It was just interrupted, not finished. I must do this properly, you know. Bend over."
Sobbing, she did. The spanking sounds returned soon.
Soon after that, the crying began anew. This time, though, it was punctuated by Grace's sobs, too.

I spanked Merta for another two minutes and then I released her. Still with her panties down, I hugged her.
"You are my Lady," I said, "but you needed this punishment."
"Thanks, my Knight," she sobbed, "I thank you from the bottom of my heart."
While she was getting dressed and composing herself after the spanking, I moved towards Grace.
"Merta?" I called. "Once you are OK, please find me a good switch and bring it to me."
Grace started crying. "Zack, please..."
"Do you know how angry I am with you?" I demanded.
"No..."
"A lot! You've been abusing the fact that I can't spank you, weren't you?" I said.
Grace lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I was just interested. Zack, I was always punished, but I've never seen anyone else being spanked until yesterday!"
"What happened yesterday?" I asked.
"I befriended a little girl," said Grace. "She was running from home but I eventually convinced her to return. And she got a spanking from her Mum and Dad and I was there, holding her hands, helping her to get through it." She started to cry. "I wanted to see if it looks the same when a big girl like Merta gets a spanking..."
I felt a pang of sympathy, but not a large one.
"You still shouldn't do it," I said. "I have to punish you."
"Couldn't you spank me after the ban is lifted?" she asked.
"No," I shook my head. "We would forget this before that. No, Grace, I'm going to give you a switching on your hands."
She yelped. "What? No, please, don't!"
"Merta?"
Merta came back, holding her bottom with one hand and carrying a switch in the other. I took it.
"Well, Grace, hold your right hand in front of me, palm up."
She reluctantly did so.
*CRACK!* went the switch and Grace cried out. She tucked the struck hand in her mouth.
"Oh, no," I said. "You are getting five licks on each. Show it again!"
She was crying solidly after the fifth smack and she had yet to present the other hand!
"Well, Grace, do you still want to peek when another girl gets a spanking?"
She shook her head. "No! Never again, I swear!"
"Well, show me your other hand."
"Nooo, Zack, please, anything but that!"
"Hand, please."
She offered her left hand, and I continued with the punishment.

When I was finally finished, Grace was jumping around with her hands tucked in her armpits, crying heavily.
I wait until she composed herself a bit.
"Well, I trust you've learned your lesson."
Grace nodded sincerely.
"If it's so, May and Soot don't have to be told about this," I said. "But one last thing, Grace. Keep this switch. If you will cause any unreasonable delays for us, you get another dose of ten every time we will have to stop because of you.
"You don't have to stop!" she squealed. "I have stamina! I can walk for hours if need arises! Truly!"
Her attitude was changed as if I waved a magic wand. Or a magical switch, as might be.

By the time we got back to May and Soot, both girls have stopped crying, although Grace was hiding her hands in her pockets. She left us shortly before getting there so she could come from another direction.
May and Soot were looking at Merta who still rubbed her bottom a bit with sympathy. May hugged her and we set out again. We had still a long way to go.

"Zack?" asked Grace as we were going along the road.
"Yes?"
"Where did you learn that?" She still haven't pulled her hands from the pockets.
"At school. It was a standard punishment for boys who misbehaved," I shrugged. "Girls got spanked, of course."
"This is much worse than a spanking," muttered Grace. "At least, when you're spanked, you are held in place, and you can't see the blows coming. But this - you can see that you are going to get a smack, and you can't move your hand... that's just awful. Oh, I wish I could get normal spankings again! I can't stand the idea you would punish me like this if I misbehave in next five days!"
"Get used to that idea," I said.
For a while, she was silent. Then she said: "I messed up bad, right?"
"Well, I can understand you were interested in Merta's spanking," I said. I am interested in it, too, I thought, and I'm doing it. There was something that captivated me - be it the slow reddening of the girl's bare bottom, the kicking of her legs, the crying and pleading...
"You are thinking how I would look if you turned me over your knee and spanked me, right?" asked Grace innocently.
I choked. "Well..."
Grace shrugged. "I don't mind. I know that I'll end like that anyways. Soon. You know... I told you I was spanked a lot?"
I nodded.
"Well, the truth is... I deserved it. Not everything," she quickly apprehended herself, "but most of the spankings was deserved. I could never stay out of trouble for long."
I nodded again.
"And when Feltar got me and... had me beaten so badly, well, for a while I thought that I can be do a frail, badly hurt girl, and if I do it right, I wouldn't have to get a spanking ever again!"
"Grace!" I cried out.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't want to deceive you, it was just a flash of an idea. But when I saw those other girls... Girls you've spanked and who still like you, I realized that sometimes I really need to be shown the right way."
"And your point, Grace, is?"
She smiled. "The punishment you gave me was horrible, but I already realize I needed to be punished. Can you promise me... that you won't let get me out of control?"
I nodded. "Of course, Grace."
She seemed to be satisfied. Then, to my surprise, she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Zack!"

We made only one more stop, but Grace hadn't complain at all and there was no need to use the switch again. We rested for a bit and then started again.
May has moved close to me, this time.
"I hope you weren't too harsh on poor Merta," she said in a reproaching way.
"I wasn't," I shrugged. "But this is a lesson sore bottom helps to remember, don't you think?"
"It worked for me," she admitted.
"Bro," she asked after a while. "What would you do if someone else wanted to spank us?"
I blinked. "Why do you want to know?"
She shrugged. "I'm curious. Please, tell me. What would you do?"
I thought about it. "Well, I definitely wouldn't let anyone spank you," I said. "I am responsible for you and it's my task to determine when you need a spanking. And to spank you. And I have the right to spank you because you gave it to me. But nobody else has."
May nodded. She seemed troubled with something. "And if someone spanked one of us and didn't tell you?"
I smiled. "Such a person would have to deal with me afterward, May. Noone messes with you and gets away with it."

And then it was evening, and in the distance before us, there were lights of port town Rego. We'll go on a ship; and we will go on a journey, away from Feltar and anybody who would want to hurt Merta.

After all, even when I have to spank her at times, she's still my Lady.
And whatever she does, I'm still her Knight.
I smiled at my girls and stepped forward, towards new town and new adventures.

End of Chapter 7


May's Readers' Corner:
Oh dear! NOW I'm in a pinch! My bottom still hurts and I'm afraid Zack might start to be suspicious... Me and my stupid questions!
Ha, but never mind.

This time, I and Fulgur got another mail, from Crosschan. And what would you know - it seems she's getting along well with all of us... And she drew my picture for my Corner! We are all really grateful to her!

And she has asked three questions:

1.) Does Soot chan like only boys...? I am a pervert, please forgive me... (My friend is fond very of her new hair style :3)
2.) Does Zack love all girls in equality? Or, does he love all of them?
3.) Do you think there will be additional members to the group soon?

And my reply is:

1) As for now, it's doubtful whether she really likes anybody. She's not the type to like people, she's just amused by them. It may change in the future...
2) In the best anime tradition, he does, but he doesn't realize that! I don't think he even appreciates the true meaning of the Knight and the Lady. But let me tell you a secret - he certainly loves Merta. His sword wouldn't work if he didn't. It would be a good idea not to explain that to him, though...
3) Right now Fulgur thinks the group has a right size. But he plans to introduce some new enemies soon. And he is quite fond of Shirley - maybe she could get some more screen time? But anyways, people must get used to existing characters before adding new ones. And more characters mean more relations and more work to keep track of them.

OK, that's all for now. And you can look forward to Chapter 8!

May

  May's Retrospective Readers' Corner:
Now this is something else! I was looking forward to this chapter!

First, all that stuff about mushrooms: Did Fulgur just made it up? Nope. All the information he gives in this chapter is 100% true - although you could only rely on it in Central Europe, since that is where he got his experience. Those wonderful edible toadstools apparently don't grow in Northern America (and even if they did - gathering them without knowing exactly how they look like could get you much more trouble than a spanking!). Nevertheless, here they exist - their scientific name is Amanita rubescens if you want to get technical.
And yes, even that bitter bolete exist (although it's not technically called that).
Fulgur is Czech and mushroom gathering is a sort of national hobby in his country. He just wanted to share a bit of his knowledge with the world. (By the way, he's still subpar as far as mushrooms go - some Czech people eat mushrooms he wouldn't touch!)

Another important thing is that this was the last text-only chapter. With Crosschan's pictures, Fulgur decided to switch to HTML so he could write picture stories. Even if there's only the title pic and the face pic for my corner, it still looks better. Plus, it allows him to do some funny things with the text - italics, boldface, type size... you name it.

Seriously - I can't express how much Crosschan did for this story. We all want to thank her and apologize for so many requests in such a short time.

How many pictures will there be in the end? We won't tell. Just one plead: if you really want to see a particular scene as a picture, write to Fulgur. Or post it on the group. But DO NOT  write to Crosschan! We don't want to get her bothered with hammering requests - she wasn't happy about it the last time it happened. You can write her to say kudos or so - but Fulgur would be unhappy if his story would cause her any trouble. And while he doesn't spank boys, he can certainly find someone who does.

May, signing off!




























Heh heh heh...
OK, now we're going to have some fun! I got this idea in the last chapter - if I put something juicy in the very end, like this, Fulgur won't find out!
Hmmm... so many options and so little time... I just tell you what I think about him.

He's a pervert! Really! He talks so "high and mighty" about guilt and punishment... but would we ever get naughty if he didn't make us to? It's like playing with the dolls and making them do naughty things - he should be ashamed, really! All those innocent bottoms that got scorched because of this guy - he's the enemy of all girls! No wonder he couldn't get...

Oh, hi... You scrolled here? All the way down? Oh, that must have made you tired... maybe you can lie down? Reading? What? Oh, I didn't mean it, honestly! It's just a... well...
Yes! It's a black hairbrush! Black... hairbrush? Oh, my hair are good, thanks... no... please don't... I'll delete it, noone will see it, just... Ouch! Aaaah! You are getting a kick of this, aren't you! Wuaaaaah! Aaaaaah! Baaa! Boohoo!!!

Fulgur would like to apologize for preceding rant. As you can see, the girls are quite capable to get in the trouble even without him. As a form of apology, please listen to the relaxing music...


*SMACK!*
*WHACK!*
*SLAP!*
*PLESK!*


Boohoo!!!
Well, this May, getting spanked off!