I slip a hand inside my bathrobe and stroke my cock idly as I watch the news headlines. I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I rearrange my robe. ...he door opens and into the lounge walks Heather. She sees me and stops in her tracks. “ I...I couldn't sleep. Sorry, I didn't realize you were down here.” she says softly. “Don't worry, you weren't disturbing anything” Heather glances at my groin. She can see that despite my protestations there is evidence that something has been disturbed. I. With a little bit of liquid encouragement, I strut my stuff as best as I can as I walk by, feeling his eyes follow me. When I’m right next to him, I give him a sweet smile.I get back to my family and briefly mumble, “I’m stepping outside”, quickly grabbing my pack of cigarettes out of my purse; another habit I have that these girls don’t.It’s warm out. I’m standing in a nearly empty beer garden, checking my phone, when I hear the big door slam shut as he emerges. He quickly finds me and walks. I'LL TRY HARDER DADDY ... I'M SORRY DADDY ... PLEASE DON'T SPANK ME DADDY"WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "YOU ALWAYS SAY THAT BUT YOU NEVER DO. YOU ARE USELESS ... WHACK! ... USELESS ... WHACK! ... USELESS ... WHACK!I spanked the crap out of her. I knew it was what I was supposed to do, and although I would have much rather been fucking that perfect ass before me, I knew that the only reason that perfect ass was even in my house was because I had promised to spank it ... to beat it red.So I beat the crap. It was small and it was a dump, but it had been myhome for more years than I cared to remember and I had somehow raised ason here. What happy memories I had of the place were all associated withhim, but he had moved out years ago.It was my turn to drive us today and Burt was waiting beside my batteredtwenty year old station-wagon."Evenin', Maggs," he said cheerily."Evening, Burt," I replied, climbing into the car and opening thepassenger side door for him.Since we both lived in the same trailer.