Neither of them seemed to have noticed me so I decided to keep it that way. I stepped back out of the room and silently closed the door behind me. The... I turned and leaned my back against the wall. I was stunned. I was horrified. Dad had this huge nightmare and it was MY FAULT!It had to be my fault. I’d pushed Dad way beyond where he was comfortable. Almost immediately he had this awful nightmare and now he couldn’t even let Mum touch him. It was all my fault. I messed up so badly. I should. I blushed and tell you the truth. ‘I was hoping if you saw me dance you would ask me.’ You chuckle and stroke my back with your palms. ‘Impatient little thing, aren’t you?’ My eyes widened, ‘I have never been called little in my life!’ I didn’t know whether to be offended or pleased. ‘What’s your name?’ you asked me after a minute. ‘Does it matter?’ I ask in return. You looked at me for a moment and then said, ‘Yes, I think it does,’ then you pause before saying, ‘I want to hear you call out my. I hesitated , but seeing his look I slipped them down ,standing there naked in front of him with my face as red as a beetroot, and my cock and balls tightened through nervousness. Then I was ordered to lay across his lap, I did he pushed my head towards the floor so my bottom lay across his lap ,and my legs stretched back on the sofa. His hand gently fondled my bottom, he said something like good lad. Then he gave me a couple of sharp spanks , just enough to me wriggle. I moved on his lap and. Later that evening, we repeated our efforts to eradicate PMS. By the third month, we achieved success. I don't begin to believe that it had anything to do with me fucking her, but she did, and that was the important thing. She was such a believer that she offered me to some of her girlfriends that did not have brothers, and I ended up with my own version of a paper route. Each month, on certain days, I would stop at one of six different girls' houses to eradicate their PMS. Each month, I.