Craving it. And I also knew it was turning him on. He had nosecrets from me. He was a weak pathetic snivelling sissy who wanted to bedominated by his ...aughter. And he was helpless when I was with him.He started reading. "It says....Hi AmyGoodGirl. I've been eagerlyawaiting your next message. I did as you said and snuck in to Amy'sbedroom and took a pair of her panties from her laundry hamper. I dressedin my Barbie nightie, cute ruffly socks and Mary Jane shoes andmasturbated while I was. "Mike came over and looked down at me laying in the snow with my snowsuit and jeans pulled down. He got that evil grin on his face again. I had a feeling things were not going to be boring at all; that he had already hatched a plan.He knelt down and straddled my face, rubbing his semi-erect cock around my lips. I darted my tongue in and out, playing cat and mouse with him. Watching him harden again while he smiled down at me, made feel like nothing else existed or mattered at that moment.. So, that means I will need to get the same again now I’m home, I guess, Mrs K?”Janet took the envelope, opened it, and quickly scanned the letter. She looked up, scowling, and said, “Yes, Nina, this is certainly a very poor report and of course you will get a repeat punishment. However, I’m playing cards so get undressed and go and press your nose against the wall on your naughty spot over there, and I will telephone Diane to come across and deal with you. Now get going.”Nina thought it right. After some hesitation, she raised her concerns with Jenny, a close friend of hers and the mother of Emma who was Melanie’s best friend. Like her, Jenny had adopted Emma as a baby.Jenny was reluctant at first but eventually explained that she also used spanking as the incentive. A whole raft of house rules had been imposed on Emma who had initially objected vehemently but after a few spankings had understood that the fear of a spanking made her behave better and more importantly focus on her.