Three years of touching herself for pleasure and then walking into puberty with her father leaving, because of her, solely because of her; I was a mon...ter, I snapped a branch inside my daughter. She was on the edge and I pushed her.A year or two earlier, I could have gotten away free. A year or two later, the same. Either too immature to understand the situation or too mature. Another bead popped from her tiny anus. My penis jumped. My daughter moaned. Her vagina was right there. I could lift. Entering the room then was the male attendant with a martini, freshly prepared to his taste.Both attendants then left the room to return moments later, one on either side of her, guiding her with a hand on each upper arm. She wore a loose knee length party dress, four inch heels – and a hood! They led her to the center of the room a few feet in front of his chair, raised her hands slightly above her head, securing her wrists in cuffs suspended from the ceiling. They then cut the shoulder straps. You can't run all of the shops here, much less all of the country. We're still growing, so there will be more and more locations to bring up to our standard. Ryan has become your ambassador, he mirrors your attitude to do it right all the time. I've encouraged him to begin hiring and training people under him, so he can oversee all of the locations without having to be in them so often. He will have his men do that. You have Ryan, Phil, Abe, and me to be your eyes and ears. Don't worry. Time stopped as I rested the stippled sole of the flip-flop on the lacy orbs on my lap. I tapped it once, twice, three times, then raised it high, swung down hard. The Crack! was loud in the small bedroom, as was Jenny's cry.'Aaah! Fuck!'I swung again. Crack! An intake of breath from Jenny. Another Crack!'Oooow. Jesus!'I was finding my rhythm, and a barrage of slaps rained down on the bouncing cheeks in quick succession, left cheek, right cheek, left, right, with the occasional stinging slap.