"Once you're part of my family darling, things will change."She looked at him aghast. 'What the hell was he talking about?' She thought, 'I'm not his ...ucking property.'"Maybe you do want this after all," Peter said holding up a bottle of vodka.She looked back at Sam and Joel who were once more refreshing the browser looking for the missing iPhone.Peter moved closer and as he did so she opened her legs revealing her wet pussy through the thin black polyester."Damn you," she said quietly.She. "You fuck who I say and when I say, understand?" Where did this come from? We've already had this conversation. I was dumbfounded. "Today I want you to give away pussy to any young punk you haven't fucked before. Give them a free sample of the goods." He said staring at me. "Anyone you've fucked before they gotta pay."He put the truck in drive and let me off at school. That was weird.My day started off just like all the other days with me fighting off the guys and having to rush between classes. Oh just fucking get on with it you bitch.Whoosh CRACK!This one hit me right in the crease where my legs met my arse. As the white fire from the pain died down and I steading myself for the next cane stroke, I pictured my bottom with three widely spaced parallel lines. 'Fuck she's going to fill in the gaps!' I though and nearly giggled beforeCRACK!CRACK!"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"She struck me twice, fast, hard and closely spaced. I barely managed to stop myself from jumping up and instead actually did. I kept checking the time on my phone. Sure enough, half an hour later Dr Lang approached me.“She did fine -- no drama like yesterday.”“Can I see her?”“Follow me.”She led me to another recovery room. Andrea lay on her back on a gurney. Her eyes were open. “Someone to see you,” Dr Lang said.“Hi. How are you feeling?” I asked.“A little foggy yet.”“We use an anesthesia that wears off quickly.”“Remember anything?”“I remember being put on the table and waking up here.”“That’s exactly what you should.