I watched her labia pucker slightly when I suggested I’d make her punishment far worse if it happened again.My first strike with the rod against my ...aughter’s bottom was much lighter than how I had whipped Michael. I was testing my strength. I hadn’t had to spank her in years, and when I did, it was with a light tap from the palm of my hand. She looked over her shoulder and pouted angrily. It looked like she might cry, but she was clearly unfazed by the pain.“Count for me,” I said. She had. I copped some major action in my teens and never encountered that problem. I must have had an arse with a gape like the Euro Tunnel but it never worried me and never has.At this point I must have had an epiphany because at the ripe old age of 21yrs I lost my heterosexual virginity; I am led to believe that I scored a direct hit and she got pregnant. On reflection I doubt if I was the father as the timing just did not work out; it was a borderline immaculate conception. Anyway she never. What was even worse my now hard cock was standing out and he could see he was really turning me on. Losing my job was the least of my worries now. Looking his cock I wanted it so badly I even welcomed his domination over me. His eyes held mine and a hot rush covered my body and bowing my head all I could say was, yes sir. Recognizing my total submission now he let out a small dirty giggle saying I knew you were that fucken fagot that was servicing that Billy Bob queer that was putting out to me. Tradition is that everyone goes for a good three hour walk with the dogs on new years day but Jane told everyone last night that she sprained her ankle falling over on the grass coming home. I said I would stop behind just in case she needed a hand with dinner.It was eleven when the wife woke me up on new year’s day, she was showered and dressed and ready to go out with her father and the dogs. I went in to the kitchen and there was no sign of Jane “Will you take mom a coffee up when you.