"Ass is bright red, you are so sore you can barely move, and you still act stupid."You wanted to be punished some more, you'll get your wish, and this...will definitely hurt you more than it will hurt me." With that, he brought the paddle down flat on her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Her skin immediately flared bright red from the rough sandpaper surface, and he immediately applied another half dozen strokes in the general area. Then he methodically worked up each side, scoring hit. I'll do my best to clean up my language—no masculine nouns or pronouns. Any other 'recommendations' I must obey to get along in this new world of yours?Amy: You've missed the point completely Michael. I just want to be your equal, not your boss.Michael: Well maybe I don't want to be your equal. If we get equality in the world, it will only be because you forced me into it.Amy: Look at your name? Michael Adamson Chauvin III. Do you want your progeny to trace their ancestry back to your. I was little disappointed, his daughter, who also worked there, was a pretty good conversation buddy who helped alleviate some of my boredom. Nothing I could do, so I turned around and went home.Another blur, and I was standing in my room. Sitting down on the bed tapping my foot for no reason, I pondered what to do. No one else was home yet, dad was working I assumed, Wendy was out with her friends, mom was with Billy doing... Whatever he does this late. I wanna say swimming classes, but I have. "Mommy happy?" Petey asked.Two bodies froze. Finally Maria collected her thoughts enough to say, "Yes, Mommy is very happy." Good," he pronounced, and walked off."Oh, cariño, I have to get up now." No," Joe pled, "not quite yet. We need to talk." OK, just for a minute." I heard noises last night; noises from you. So, the plan worked, didn't it?" Oh, yes, it worked so very good. He was fucking me, but I was pretending it was you. So it was really you that made me come, and you were why I made.