All the women were telling me how wonderful itwould be to be fucked by a man; how it was so much better. How great itwould be to a Stepford wife; how...great it would be to have a man takecare of me. All the while, we were all naked -- eating, drinking, makingthe typical pre-honeymoon jokes and talking about sex. Well, I waslistening for the last part, since they were all talking about sex withtheir husbands. It made me a bit wet to think about the fact that thenext time I was at Wednesday. I feigned ignorance, and disregarded it as Dad massaged my shoulders and back, then down my legs and my feet.“Would you like me to do your front, too?”I sleepily rolled over, presenting my bare breasts to his view. I let my hand fall into his lap and rest on his rampant cock. As he began to anoint my breasts with warmed lotion and to tease and pinch my nipples, I grasped his cock through his pants and began to lazily stroke it. It was much larger than the handle of my hairbrush. Its girth. He took a deep, nervous breath, and wandered slowly in her direction, emptying waste bins as he went.“Okay,” Sarah muttered, “risk it for a biscuit.” She got in. All four elements worked. User name, job name, service and password. “All right my love, what’s running?” She murmured. She thought for a moment, then slowly typed DOCF(J, M) and pressed return. “Yes!” She murmured, relief flooding through her. The screen filled and then paused. She pressed return and the list continued. These were all. “Kaitlyn, remember the spanking I gave you earlier today?” he asked. “Yes, sir,” I said meekly. “Well,” he smiled sarcastically. “You’ll remember this one even more”. He pointed to the sofa and ordered me to bend over the arm rest, but not before he had me pull down my jeans and panties. Inside, I was dying from the shame, but I quickly forgot my modesty as he spanked my already sore ass. I looked at the cushion of the sofa as tears dropped from my face. His strikes were relentless. I reached.