Patra came with me but when I got home the next day she was gone, so were her clothes. So was the remains of our bank account. The papers arrived, I d...dn’t put up any fight. I lived alone, worked the farm. It was the way things always had been. A dozen long years went by, my Father fell ill and my Mother was caring for him all the time. All of the work running the farm became my job. It was a full time job, too, balancing loans for seed and fuel against time and weather. Some years slipping. Nameless throngs of people. The one saving grace, sitting directly opposite me, she’s wearing a dark business suit, the skirt is pencil tight, the split shows just enough leg, her nylon clad legs, and high heeled shoes. The jacket covering a crisp white blouse, her white lace bra just peeking from the V neck, showing a cleavage that suggests firm medium sized breasts. Her hair, as always, tied up, giving her a slightly stern look. Her makeup is perfect, not too much foundation, just enough, her. They’d even load our luggage back into our car.I smiled and prepared a verbal assault. Rebecca felt me tense up, she took my arm and pulled me away from the counter. “Kevin, they’re just doing their jobs. Be nice.”It took a while, but they found a place with an available room. Actually, it was a motel, and it was on the other side of town, about thirty minutes away. They promised the manager would straighten out the room problem in the morning. They even gave Rebecca a card for us to have a. I felt my skin burn, and I cried out. "I told you it would hurt, that's what happens if you choose to disobey me you little slut" He landed the second crack as he said this. Weirdly though, I found it quite arousing, the pain was there, but so was the pleasure. The third,fourth and fifth crack came soon after. My knee's buckled as the pain washed over me. "Spread your arse cheeks whore" he order.I stood, my body red with my arse cheeks as wide as I could get them. This time the pain more.