My dad yelling at me, calling me names, I remembered that part too. It was a weird dream, a bad dream, but it had still made me cum. I looked at my al...rm clock and it wasn't even three in the morning yet and now I was wide awake."Hey, Ashley." Hey, Roger."We started walking to school and I'd made it on time today, so we could take sort of just mosey along slowly the way we usually did."What are we gonna do tonight?" my best friend asked me, since it was Friday and we always did something. He doesn't get upset when Kate, mommy and I have a laugh about aparticularly unusual client we might have had that day or one who wassuper endowed.Tracie has been following his life with the video camera in hand andinterviewing him in detail about his transition and how he feels aboutbeing married to a promiscuous woman he doesn't have sex with. It's a bitdemeaning to him but I'm sure she'll put together something that sells inthe end but she has to wait until the point comes when he wants. Once at a stoplight, she pulled my fingers to her lips and kissed them, then put my hand securely back on her shoulder. Much though I wanted to, I didn’t dare put my hand on her leg beside the console. I didn’t want to seem pushy—or to cause an accident. I hadn’t felt this nervous since high school.She pulled the van into the spot behind her duplex and as soon as we were both out of the car she grabbed my hand tightly as she went to the back door and unlocked it. She didn’t bother to ask. Dot promised a spanking every time I broke a nail, adding an extra swat each time. The first week, I got four spankings and one or two per week after that for awhile. Later, she changed the rules; when I got up to 21 swats, she decided that I could not have my weekly spanking if I broke any nails. I haven't broken any nails in over a year.Needless to say the growth of the nails were part of the reason I no longer help with the cooking or cleaning nor even dress or bathe myself anymore. My nails.