" Dawson said."Yeah you keep her emery board just in case she decides to file your nails to death." Jen said laughing at him."I had that cutesy little....38 in mind," he said. "And of course her cane." Ah the one with the 8" dagger inside?" Jen asked. "You really consider that a weapon. I thought it was there in case she wanted to slice an onion. So yeah keep those, but the rest she gets back, then we talk."All I really wanted was the hidden microphone. I wanted the conversation on tape. I was. .. I took her innocence. I was nineteen at the time, and she thirteen. Six years of separation. What one will realize is that six years can be a very good thing. When I was twenty-five, I was pretty excited about fucking a nineteen year old girl. But that’s another story. At her age, it is absolutely taboo. I will say now, in my defense that she is far beyond her peers in maturity. She was more mature than many college girls. Perhaps that is because high school makes girls into annoying. Someone had to be blamed ... and I was a perfect fit for the scapegoat. The fix was in before I had even left the river.I told my story to anyone who would listen, but BMA had already decided upon their set of 'facts' even before the fire was out. Sure, there might have been a 'bit' of a multi-dimensional leak, but 'fire crazy Zak Zyphyr' had to run in and play hero again and burned the place down to the very bedrock.This was the story that was given up the line to Imperial BMA, and no one. SMACK! Oops, again. SMACK! Oh, I slipped and hit her pussy area. SMACK! Damn, I did it again. Her body was shaking and I knew she was sobbing. I went and undid the panties, letting them fall to the floor. OOH, she had bruises.I let the yardstick hit her again across both cheeks. Her entire body jerked and stiffened. I paused for a minute in my spanking and with the tip of the stick, pulled down a touch on the nipple chain. Her entire body seemed to arch. The yardstick came back on her ass, this.