Indian Aunty Moaning

They feasted their eyes on her squirming body and the increasing number of angry red tramlines marking the swollen flesh of her buttocks and thighs. The crack of the cane and her loud screams of pain were music to their ears. It had not escaped their attention that all the windows in his Lordship’s study were wide open. Ostensibly this was in deference to the warm weather but in practical terms it meant that the sounds of the cane and her Ladyship’s demented screams would be audible around the entire house. There was not a person in the household who wasn’t aware that the forbidding mistress of Caylethorpe manor was up for a salutary thrashing by now. Doubtless the entire staff by now had dropped all their duties to congregate in strategic positions in order to catch every last howling scream emanating from his Lordship’s study and gleefully gloat over the just desserts now being suffered by the despised mistress of the house. Carol was keeping a careful count of the number of. “Don’t say anything. She doesn’t know or doesn’t remember you’re here.” I nodded, although I wasn’t sure why.We had about three minutes of silence.“Mom!!! Can I have pizza for breakfast? Mom??!!”“You better answer her,” I whispered.“No. Let her come find me. When she does, she’ll find you too. This is worth some waiting.”I nodded. “How long have you been here? How are you feeling?”“A while. I had a headache and took some Tylenol around four. Wasn’t sleepy.”“So, you came out here?”“Lots of stuff on my mind. This is a good place to think.”“Do I snore?”“A little. You smiled a bunch. It was like watching a cat sleep.”“Great. How long are we going to wait for her? I need to use the litter box.”“Nice. Shhh. Here she comes.”“Mom? How come you didn’t answer? Is it okay if I have pizza? I like it cold.” And that’s when she saw me. “Oh. Oh. Did you hear me yelling?” I nodded. “About the pizza?” I nodded. “About the other thing?” I nodded. “Oh, geez. I’m going to put my other hat on now,” she.
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