It was all her fault. I was determined that no matter how hard he spanked me or how embarrassed I felt, I would not cry. Determination only gets you s... far. “Mrs. Baker, don’t be afraid to give her a spanking when she misbehaves,” he instructed, still never missing a stroke. “I can’t do that. I can’t discipline her like that,” mom said. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt the tears pressing against my eyelids. The sound of my ass being spanked, Chang’s voice, the sting on my now tender behind. .we know you took pictures of us down under the table!”He blushed. “Ehmmm. What you talking about? I didn't take any photos!”Karen looked angry. “Show me those pictures or I will call the police!”“Shit, shit, shit! Ok, I took some pictures, but only of your daughter’s legs. I swear, no upskirts! Please don't call the cops!”He handed Karen the phone, and found the pictures for her. I could see he was really afraid of what Karen might do. Mmmm. She looked so fucking good using her power over him. I woke up many mornings with my tool either deep in Betsy's vagina or her mouth. Some times, mother or Betsy would manage to suck me in through their anal sphincter while I slept, a very challenging manoeuvre. Then I would wake up with either a big round dark butt, or a tight pale ass milking me hard as they rose and fell on my love stick by the wakeup methods that Anna-Maria developed later. It had been those antics that had gotten the ring with straps fitted to the bedroom ceiling in both. ` was the “accident” that had resulted in my step mom marrying another man at the tender age of nineteen.She’d never been pretty, but what she lacked for in looks she more than made up for in smarts. Anamika was a lawyer, and married. Her husband hadn’t come because he had to work. “So you’re the mother of these brats, eh?” I grinned. She sighed. “So it seems. I sometimes wonder.” “They sure have grown.” “You’re telling me! Rajan’s gone through three pant sizes in the past year. Three!” she.