[see Chapter 74] I also needed to think about my course, 'Indigenous People and Public Law'. I didn't know what it would entail, but I was sure that I...would be irritated, and so I needed to try to keep calm.(What was the Horace dad used to quote? Oh, yes: Aequam memento rebus in arduis servare mentem. 'Keep a level head in difficult situations.' I'm sure to need that. Maybe that should be my mantra: aequam mentem. But it is ungrammatical.)I wasn't even sure when it met. I'd need to ascertain. If I can.....I don't know if I can......" Just stay in my arms, stay.....shhhhhh.....let's stay like this for aslong as we want.." He was almost whispering to me; I felt his strongarms wrap a little tighter as he stroked my hair...minutes went by as heheld me...."Trisha?" I heard him say softly, one ear pressed against him, rumblingwith his low chest frequencies."Yes, Daddy"...there was no sex in my voice, there was just a shell of aperson, a lost child...."I want to talk to the man inside of. "Ask me nicer. Tell me you're sorry for all the times you got me in trouble. Tell me you want me to punish you for all the shit I had to take from Mom and Dad because of you. Tell me how sorry you are over and over again while I beat your ass!"Dennis began slapping her helpless ass as she begged him to punish her. She sobbed out her apologies to him as he watched her ass turn from white to pink. He could see his handprints as he whacked her. The more she squirmed over his lap the harder he. Her legs, in particular, would raise into a V position. Assumingshe were asleep, perhaps a naivete on my part, I would slide down towardsthat V. I was always rewarded with a frontal view of her vagina, sometimesstill, sometimes twitching. It always looked moist and wet. In these early years, she would often call me her man. On specialoccasions, marriages, family gatherings, she would call on me to tightenthe strings of her corset. She would stand in the bedroom in her bra andpanties and let me.