Dark black, with a nice set of low hanging balls. It was a nice spear of a cock and i was very glad to have it. I started licking up and down his shaf... first, he was semi hard, but quickly became fully erect. Worked the balls, made my way back up his cock to that pointy head then took as much as i could down my throat. I went back and forth between licking his balls and swallowing his head when he started shifting, to get a bettter angle/get more comfortable, so i pulled his pants off. "No sweetie... not like that," he replied hesitantly, the bulge rising in his robe belying every word. "So why haven't you gone out on a date for the last four months?" "What?" "You used to date all the time, now you never do," I insisted. "But I ....," he stammered before I cut him off. "Why were you secretly reading that psychology book on father-daughter relationships? Yes I saw it in your room Daddy," I said as I saw him about to protest. "I read it too Daddy, where it talks about. There was a desk, a table, several chairs, and a large sofa. A black blanket covered the hearth and heart of an extravagant fireplace that hadn’t been used in forever. Making his way to his bed, he pulled the curtains aside before pulling his jacket off. He was tired and worn. He wanted the night to be done and just to sleep the day away, maybe a few days. He wasn’t that hungry yet. Why he had wandered tonight he had no idea. Something had called to him. What, he didn’t yet know. He sure hadn’t. Sharon followed me in and after 15 minutes on the naughty spot thinking about nothing else but how rude I was and how much the spanking was going to hurt I turned to see her holding the hairbrush. “Right young lady, today starts the new regime. After your spanking for the rest of today and tomorrow you get no warnings at all. Instead, you will get another spanking, even if that means several on the same day. Understood?” “Yes, Sharon,” I replied. Somehow I knew it could be a good thing for me..