He went to the guest room without speaking to me. I softly knocked on the door, but he did not respond. I told him I desperately needed to talk to him... He responded it was too soon. The pain was to sharp and just looking at me was more than he could handle today. Sunday was just as bad. He got up and went to church without asking me. My father saw him and asked if I was sick. He said I was. He came back only long enough to change clothes and left again. I cried for the two days. My body ached. Bright future and all that stuff." May I use it? I'd rather be your mouth piece than make up any stuff of my own."Deirdre's blush could be seen even under the bruising. "No, it's too ... Joey, there is stuff in it about you and how you helped me become a real person." I would certainly skip that. You didn't just ramble about me, did you?" No. I tried to make a few other points, too. But it's raw. I never finished it." May I look at it, Deirdre? At the very least, it will tell me how you felt. You have grown into a very desirable young woman." he replied. He rubbed the panties over her swollen nipples and then slid them between her legs, pressing the silky material against her sensitive clitoris until she was gasping from the sensations he was causing in her pussy. Dropping her panties, he leaned forward and his tongue darted over her small, hard nipples while he slid his finger between the swollen lips of her hot, wet young pussy. Lisa let out another tiny gasp. He gently pushed her. You will lie face down on the bed. I will give you two strokes of the cane. That will be the end of your punishment. Do you understand what you will receive and why you are being punished tonight?" "Yes, Sir." "Is there anything you'd like to say in your defense?" "No, Sir." He walked me upstairs. He sat down on my bed. "Come here, Pet." I lay down over his knees. He tugged down my pants and then slid my under pants to mid thigh. He placed his right leg over both of mine. He seemed like he.