The room was sparsely decorated with a large leather couch and a wood coffee table. It was dimly lit and smelled like sex and low quality weed. Befor... I could lock the door good, Gino was tearing off his clothes. I explained to him that there would be no kissing and that I required a condom. He shook his head and pushed down his jeans. He had a wonderful set of abs and broad shoulders. I licked my lips and pulled a condom out of my cleavage. Gino’s dick was semi-hard when he pulled. Deena and me, we’ll talk with the others. Make this a monthly event, back home.”“Not a bad idea,” Dad said. “Maybe not every month, but yeah, the local bunch, and open invitation to fly-ins.”Speaking of flying ... Sunday morning, we packed up to leave, made a trip to the flight museum.Dad took me there ... now that I think of it, he took BOTH me and Haley there, part of one of those weekends when he got me while I was living with Mom.I noted Dad’s enthusiasm. He was trying to raise me with a. “I ought to fuck your ass dry,” he said as I felt something cold drip on my exposed asshole. “But I’m going to do you a favor, even though you don’t deserve it.” More cold stuff dripped on me and then he was rolling something cylindrical in the fluid, which I now realized was lubricant of some sort. Then I felt the tip of something probing my asshole. Suddenly there was a blinding pain in my belly as he jammed something thick into my defenseless asshole. I was stretched to the splitting point. You now will get 50 swats of the paddle. If you move from your position, I will add more to that, so be sure and stay bent over.”I was surprised how much the first swat hurt. When I was younger, my parents would sometimes paddle me, but the paddle never had holes in it. So by the time I had received about forty swats, my bottom was really hurting. On the next swat, I stood up and rubbed my bottom. “I told you not to move from your position,” she said. “For that, you will receive ten more.