I stand up and walk my naked ass to the shower, trying to wake up. I turn the water on, hot but not to hot, hoping it would soothe my morning wood and...help me focus on the day ahead rather than my raging erection. I force my dick downward, and after a few seconds, my morning piss starts flowing. Pissing on hard feels amazing, for you ladies who have never experienced it. After a few seconds I'm done and I climb into the shower. The shower helped me to calm me down a little, and now with only a. I knew that might happen if her father quit the company, and took a new job somewhere else.I also thought he was doing a terrific job with the hiring and training of our new sales people. If he wasn't as flexible and adaptable as my father might like him to be, that was probably because he was the one who kept having to scuttle all his old plans, the ones he'd spent a lot of time thinking about and developing, only to have to start out all over again, every time the new manpower requirements. The music set had ended and people streamed off the dance floor towards the bar or their tables.The bartender gave me two beers and a glass of ice water, and then I took possession of one of the last tables next to the bar. I crunched down on an ice cube for a while. It was my first ice cube since returning, a simple pleasure that I appreciated. My plan was to hold off on the alcohol until I experienced a bit of the evening. We had a small bowl with corn chips in it to munch on, so I alternated. I get to six and there's a pause, then they start again. With the thirteenth smack I hear a woman's voice say "Ow!". It sounds like Claire's voice. There's another pause, and the spanking starts again. Seven more smacks, twenty total now, or more likely 21. I hear cries of pain each time now. It is clearly Claire getting a bare bottom spanking. I recall when I was spanked as a child. It was never like this. After a pause, the spanking starts again. Seven more, and again seven more. Either.