She was thrilled with her new found freedom to be a naughty little girl around me and I made up all kinds of rules for her to follow. She confessed th...t she liked when I scolded her. She wanted more.She couldn't help confessing all her secrets. She wanted to role play. I would be her daddy and give her a bath and a spanking for splashing. I should make her thank me for spanking her and if she didn't I should take her right back over my knee and blister her behind with the hairbrush.Of course. My father had admitted to the one in my ear when I'd talked to him on the phone yesterday. I hadn't pushed him for an explanation, however; he'd watched my mother disappear without a trace, and I figured he'd wanted a way to make certain I didn't do the same. Given the obviously over-protective move, it amazed me that he'd been persuaded to send me away as a teenager. It showed a great amount of trust in his Alpha and in Shamrock to keep me safe. And maybe that was why my aunts had planted the. It seemed to take forever before the story was posted, but when it was she was giddy with excitement. She never actually got anything from the website itself telling her that her piece was accepted, but rather found out when she started receiving emails from admirers. One email in particular stood out. It wasn’t a note about how he had jerked off while reading her story, but rather it was an invitation to collaborate on another. The problem would be getting in touch with the author, the website. And I smirked to myselfat the thought that, as a Giants fan, I should've known that a guy whoseidea of americans is the yankees wasn't to be trusted. When the cart stopped, the old woman and the girl got off and walkedaway without saying a word to us. Luke and I waited a minute thenstopped waiting for a word from them and pushed off the tarp. We werebehind the mansion and not far from another large wooden structure, asort of a barn that, at a glance, seemed to double as a garage. Luke and I.