It wasn't long before we decided to trust Marcie with a house key, our daughter really liked her and Marcie seamed to do nothing short of a great job ...atching and playing with our little one, so we figured it just made things easier. Not long after this something a bit odd happened. One weekday I needed to leave the house to meet a client for lunch, this happened fairly regularly with the kind of work I do. I wasn't gone more than an hour in a half, but when I came home I noticed that the door. The shoot bolts snapped locking me in and I heard his car drive off.I loaded the washer. I had practised being feminine after watching films with Daddy. He got hard whenever we watched boys in lingerie mince about and I knew that I was being shown these scenes for a reason. I now acted feminine so naturally that I didn’t have to think about it. I stood ankles and knees together and bent over to pick stuff off the floor. My short skirt already showed off my frilly white panties and rode up. I winced as a ferocious surge of desire swept through me."H... H... Hhhhard!" I stuttered. "Hard H... HARD! HIT ME HARD!" I begged.She leered mockingly at me and swung the belt down again. It cracked down against my pussy mound, impacting with a dull splat against my moist pussy slit. I screamed again and babbled incoherently."H... HHharrdddd! Hit m... me h... hard! Hit me... Hit me... Hit me..."She swung the belt again, sending a flaring explosion of heat and pain through my crotch. She. A simple switch flip fixed this however and the room lit up to reveal a mirror and very small sink and toilet both fitting to the dingy gray of the room. His quarters was one of three this size and were the second most spacious on board, the captains being able to fit a toilet, sink and a desk. It wasn’t that the ship was small, but every inch of space was needed for living quarters, work area or the slew of onboard systems necessary to keep it afloat. After a rough shave the man threw on his.