If I can’t do my chores, I need to be punished. Daddy’s equation is simple, and my logic has no place in it. As Daddy begins the hand spanking, I...squirm with pleasure. His strokes are rough and slow. He lets the heat build in one place and then increases the tempo. His blows land on my thighs and on the sit spot. The skin begins to glow, and I have to force myself not to clench. When I squirm away reflexively, Daddy yanks me back into position so he can strike me again, more easily. My clit. He had his pick of women. He was always going out with different women, and making sure in the locker room that every guy knew that women were getting his rocks off on a regular basis, especially me.It was my winter break from third year at college and 22 years old, when I saw Tommy go into my ex-girlfriend's parent's house. I knew he was in for a major case of blue balls, that why I broke up with her (I now know that I enjoy being left with blue balls, and sought out women that were. Looks like I am a better influence than I thought."To make a long story short, the Nightingales were so impressed, that they called a cease fire. And then we had time to talk with them." And this took you 5 days?" Napoleon asks in a testy voice. His disdain for the protectors story is blatant."No, what took us 5 days was that the Twisters and Nightingales started to help us on our search. And we ran into a group of the third party. They were every thing that the Saint Louisans said." Were you. . Mom caught how much this was embarrassing me, and looked toward Tina."Do I really have to be dressed like this?" she asked weakly. Tina paused for a second, considering carefully."I don't know, Debbie. Maybe your right. I guess we should get you some new clothes then. Gee, I hope you brought your credit card."With the ridiculous way she was dressed, the very last thing either of us wanted was to shop for clothes, but Tina wouldn't let up. It was so weird. I wanted to stand up to Tina, but Mom.