" That's it, Mom," Pat complained, "we are supposed to be a family but we have no say." I don't have to ask your permission to choose a husband, young...lady!" Josie snapped."Then he'll be your husband, but not our father," Pat argued back."Look girls, James and I will marry next weekend. Accept it! You will behave yourself. James' parents will be there too. Be nice to them. James and I will go on a two-week trip to Mexico after the wedding and James' parents have agreed to take you in." You're. ” Which of course guaranteed that I would worry.I left the building through a side door, since I didn’t have to meet Alison for the Urban Hike. I decided that since I had a meeting about the car wash after the TV interview, I would take the residential tour. With that route, I could get one more look at the car wash before I signed off on the deal.If possible the car wash looked worse that morning. The tufts of uncut grass accentuated the poor condition of the pavement. The brickwork was dirty. Even though I was slippered and caned on the bottom at school (a long time ago... and sometimes on the bare bottom if it happened in ‘Swimming’... see my story ‘In at the deep end’ ) and now I come to remember those days, realise that I derived a state of sexual excitement from it, I had always seen myself as a ‘dominant’ rather than a ‘switch’ as an adult.... but Alexa has taught me something about myself which I had been unaware of for many years.... that spanking a woman’s bottom makes me. It hit me like a bolt of lightning. I wasn’t sure my body was still on the bed. I only felt his mouth and his hands on me and there was no pain and nothing else mattered. I went from one orgasm to the next, crashing and falling and I was gasping and moaning and he kept going. That greedy man likes to make me come at least five times before he is finished with me. I have spoiled him. “I want you to come too,” I whispered. “I will,” he responded, kissing my stomach as he moved up my body, “don’t.