Jaap read her and began spanking harder. Helifted the baby doll back and lowered her panties to wisps belowher cheeks. He saw the pink and helped her to feel the red.
External thoughts fell away. No longer wasshe mother, grandmother or matron. She was a girl receiving aspanking. The spanking was breathing life into her. Energy of herbottom touched her heart, mind, spirit and beyond. She writhed as agirl would. She moaned as a girl would. She sang out her spankingsong, as she had not in decades.
Jaap the artist knew when to end. He liftedher. She collapsed into his hug. He felt her go limp. He carriedher to bed. He pulled back the covers, placed her gently, tuckedher in and covered her. He gave her one kiss to her forehead.
“Rest now,Grandmaman.”
She opened her eyes briefly. “I’m Eloise
