"I think I fainted daddy," I said weakly and Pat, the receptionist helped me unsteadily to my feet."He's a fool," she laughed, "I told him that he sho...ld have done it differently, it was always going to be a shock."She looked up at dad and said."See, Mister smarty pants, I told you so."I laughed at the easy relationship he seemed to have with all his employees and they with him. Never once did I hear any of them call him anything else but John, even an hour later after I'd met the entire staff. I heard a girl screaming like I did, though. I heard something that sounded like the time he beat Mom down in the kitchen and kept kicking her in the stomach, making her back bang into the cabinet, but the voices were not his and Mom’s; it sounded like there was two men, maybe more. The girl screamed and screamed, and I could hear the bad men telling her she was going to “take it all” or she would be sorry. Maybe, I thought, they are fucking her in the ass like he did me. I “took it all”. It was easy to stay alone for her job, but to provide for both Mark and her needs, it was slightly harder. They were thinking of starting a family together but wanted to be in a better financial state before that happened. For now, she was still constantly taking her birth control even though the lack of sex meant it wasn’t entirely necessary. It has become a habit more than anything. After all, it started at a time when her sex life was at a high and they both couldn’t take their hands off one. Thwack! Betty struck the boy across his bottom again. And again the boy cried out in pain. "Owwww! No more please. That hurts like hell."Betty gave her son one final blow before throwing down the tawse. Thwack! "Owwww." That's what it feels like Willy. I didn't mind so much when my Daddy spanked me with his hand or even with his belt but the tawse was and is a nasty and painful way of punishing anyone. Feel free to use it on your friends, if they can stand the pain, but don't ever raise it to.