Ellie locked the door behind him. She wondered why Michael had looked at her funny when she fastened his cuff links. She shook her head, dismissing th... errant thought as Hope began to cry. It was time to fetch a bottle of milk from the kitchen.Michael walked in through his front door expecting to hear an all too familiar wailing. Instead, the house was silent but for the muted sound of the television in the living room. His head was slightly woolly from too much wine and he could feel a. They didn't hang it over here." Really?" I asked. Then I turned and saw her.She was standing behind the counter. Dark hair, big wide eyes, Hispanic features. She was grinning at me. I smiled back."Really," she said. "I asked the owner to order it because I liked the movie." You did?" I exclaimed. "I loved it!"She smiled even wider."Did you know that they rehearsed it, like a play, before they started filming?" she asked. "That's part of why I liked it." I thought the script was great," I. “Oh yeah.” She confirmed.“You’re bad, aren’t you?” he asked.“That’s for sure.” She agreed.He lifted his hand and brought it down with a fair amount of force on her right ass cheek with a sharp crack.She shuddered, gasped, but stayed still.“Bad?” he asked.“Yes.” She sighed.He spanked her hard a few times.“Are you going to do as Daddy says?”“Yes, Daddy!” she moaned.I was sure if I’d have ever tried something like that she would have hit me back.“Go upstairs and get the grease.” He told her.She. She was also something of a flirt – not so assertive as to piss her old man off but enough to draw me in.We all got pretty drunk. As is so often the case when drinking beer – nature calls often. The woman revealed that she needed to pee so I escorted her to the head. The only one vacant was off the tiny two-bunk cabin assigned to the Sailing Master and the Coxswain who were both ashore. Gentleman that I was, I stood guard while she did her thing inside and when she came out, she kissed me in.