M. When I opened the door my dad turned around from the living room chair, his face had that cold calculating look that a predator gives his prey. He ...tood up looked at me from across the room...took a few long strides until he was right in front of me...and slapped me across the face. This was the first time he had ever gone beyond the usual yelling and screaming, it surprised me so much I just staggered back into the chair behind me. The hand that I had known all my life, that had picked me. I’ve always wanted to know your secret to keeping so young.”By now the coffee was done brewing and Ms. Smith turned to me and said “Ponte honey get your mother and me some coffee”.Thankfully, I was under the table so I could pull my erection up and trap it in the waist band of my shorts. I got up and went over the coffee pot and poured up 3 cups and half walked half scooted back to the table and set them down. Settling into my chair the pain in my ass came alive again and I had to squirm a. Your body relaxed, the redness disappeared. Your look implored me to stop touching your clit. But I was having none of that. You wanted more pleasure, I knew that, so you would have to endure a little discomfort or pain as the price to pay for it. So I kept rubbing your softly, looking into your eyes.“Now this is where you will understand the meaning of what you have craved,” I said. “This is where the intensity of your pleasure goes off the scale.”“Scale, already,” you moaned.There was a time. ..”“Sure, I'll spank you if you like,” I said.“Hard,” she said. “I want you to really whack me and then fuck me. And I want to do it to you if that's okay.”I thought about it for a second before saying, “Yes, okay, we might learn something about ourselves.” She wanted to piss on me, she wanted to spank me: this woman really had decided to go for it.“Back to bed,” she said. “Time is of the essence.”This time she lay there on top of the covers with her legs spread, inviting me to look at her.