I pulled my wet shirt over my shoulders and stood looking at myself in the mirror, grimacing at my wild hair and mud streaked cheeks. I wriggled out o... my knee length skirt and socks leaving my self only in my underwear and paused. I closed my eyes, imagining Bens face and hard muscular body. I felt myself getting wet, liquid pooling in my panties. Slowly I lifted my hand to my slit, my teeth gently tugging on my lower lip. I massaged myself slowly through the thin cotton, moaning softly.. Lifting one leg out of the water I rest my toes on the taps and slide the soap against my skin. The soap is silky, smooth, travelling from my ankle to my thigh. A large sea sponge, thick and soft, rubs the soap away, leaving my skin tingling. I repeat the process to my other leg, then my arms, my neck, back, front, my body alive with tingling nerves. Stepping from the tub I stand in the candlelight for a moment, water dripping from me. On the vanity sits another glass of wine. My eyes widen. I felt the searing pain, but I resisted the urge to move.When daddy stopped spanking me, he ran his hands all over my butt and squeezed it between his hands. “You can now move, make noise, and cum, baby girl. Your punishment is finished and you did so well that I will reward you.” Daddy said. “Thank you daddy” I responded quickly, knowing what was next. “Now baby girl, where would you like my hands first?” He asked, still caressing my butt. “You choose daddy, I love your hands anywhere on me” I. For a treat I could swim in the lake. Phone calls came from Paul and others. Some had not been told of my new address.Paul had been taken by Pops to get a haircut and now he felt like a new man. Miss Lescue must have been told what to do but then again she may have come to this idea herself. Pop had stayed with Paul then he had a haircut too. Pop, as far as I knew, never had a brush cut but they both had one now. It felt good when Paul called him Pop too.The girls phoned and wanted me to.