I was very lucky to get the job as the city we lived in, Oshawa, Ontario, had fewer and fewer children. Fortunately the latest government was very pro...immigrant and low to moderate paying jobs were abundant in the area meaning lots of families with four or five kids or more for every two parents. As the school year ended I also got a part-time job for the summer as relief staff counselor for a large local Mental Health Non-Profit Network using my secondary career, counseling that I was forced. It was exciting first few weeks of my college and then I noticed a pretty girl, short but very cute and as usual I was shy to approach her and kept my feelings for myself. Meanwhile, without my knowledge, I was also the center of attraction for few girls in my class, god! I had many choices, fuck they were all awesome ( I would later tell what I did with those girls). Just like these days passed by and the first year was finished without many interesting things. Now come the second year, I. When the occasional arse presents itself, nonetheless, I am always up for the challenge. One such encounter came out of the blue one evening when I was on a business trip in a large coastal city.If I may regress slightly, on previous visits to this location I found a reliable camping spot where I had enjoyed a mixed bag of success. The most notable of these happenstances was when I encountered a bulky farmer who was attending a trade show in the city, and who ended up spending two nights with. When I get focused on something, I am not distracted easily. More so when I want to make you, of all people, proud,” I giggle. I set the cue, and sink another ball. “See? I told you.” “Don’t get cocky, little one. It’s not very becoming from a submissive. Behave yourself.” “I’m sorry, Daddy. Please forgive your baby?” I look at him, my stance submissive. “Of course I do, sweet girl. Now no more talking, I want those balls in their pockets.” I sink two more without issue, but the next one.