No!" Good, then here is what is going to happen. I am going to give you some orders, and you are not going to say a word. I will keep the pressure on ...our knee to make sure. When I am done, you will have a choice whether to be a man or a cripple. Got it? Good!" First, you are going to walk down to that Pontiac and rap on the driver's window. Then you are going to apologize to Mike Ferguson, Donna's father, for your crude treatment of her." Rick started to object, but Dex increased the pressure,. ..I viewd my work. Her botom from where her knicker elastic (sorry she always refers to them as ‘panties’) would be to the top of her thighs just below the overhang of her buttocks was now crimson and hot to the touch. Her bottom cheeks were swollen but although the spanking had paused she made no attempt to get up from my lap.I rested my hand on her bum and with the other hand unclipped her bra through the material of her dress and then reached underneath and undid the few buttons on her top. He stared at Mark, who he loved like a father already, and got angry. Then he saw Justin standing over me, and about to hurt me."FATHER, NO!" He screamed, and ran for Justin, punching him and kicking him and trying to stop him."SHUT UP YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" Justin roared at him while kicking him across the room. I heard a sickening crack, and saw his head at an impossible angle from him hitting the wall. I saw his lifeless eyes.I was lucky my automation took over. Mark's car keys had fallen out. When my alarm sounded at 6:30 AM. Waking me up for school. As usual, I had a serious case of morning wood. This time the pain was more intense than ever: "Oh fuck, it hurts so bad"I wanted to talk to my dad about it. But he had already left for work. I felt like this was something too personal to tell my mom, but the pain was getting to be too much. So I walked through the hallway, with my throbbing cock pitching a tent in my pajama bottoms while calling for my mother. "Mom, mom, please help.