She was really growing up, my Kim – it was like watching a real model strutting confidently before me. I clapped my hands in absolute delight when I...saw how sexy she had made herself. Kim just smiled and winked, acting saucy and being quite the little tease.I had an excellent view of her tight little bottom, bare but for the thong running between her cheeks. The small triangle of cloth that covered her vulva barely concealed a thing.I felt my cheeks flush a bit, looking at this lovely creature. She tried to push back once more and I slapped her butt cheek with my left hand.“Ouch! That hurt,” she cried out.“I'll ask once more, what is it you want?”“Fuck my pussy,” she whimpered, as I rubbed her butt cheek.“Wrong answer, try again,” I said as my hand landed firmly on her cheek, leaving a bright pink spot.“P-please fuck my pussy!” she cried out.“That’s better, babe,” I said, as I slowly pushed my throbbing cock back into her tight pussy. I continued to pull Joni back to me by her hair,. Any other woman would have felt humiliated or disgusted but not Charisma. She was filled with scorn, with resentment, but also with sexual attraction.Her anger drove her hand to rub her clit. Only a woman as twisted as her husband could take on a man like Dave and damn, she knew she was that woman.“Hey, motherfucker!”Dave looked at his wife again as she played with her vagina: you could tell he was pleasantly surprised. He saw her glistening bush as it got wetter and wetter. That was sexy.. Dad was equally stern but quieter.For a split second, I thought about telling them "no" and giving them a piece of my mind - but maturity kicked in. I decided to just cooperate, bend over and take the spanking that they were obviously there to deliver. I didn't want to cause a scene.It hurt my feelings that they felt they needed both of them to do it, as if I was going to kick and scream or something. I hadn't done that since I was eight. No, I walked over to her and was prepared to lie across.