”He turned and kissed her cheek and whispered, “Apology accepted.”Tina stood and looked around the table. “It’s Amira’s and Barika’s wed...ing night. I won’t have them detailed to cleanup. Everyone else grab your dishes and whatever is in reach and dump it all into the recycler.”Marcie grabbed her own and Jason’s residue and was the first to the recycler. The others were not far behind.Jason moved to a sofa with Amira and Barika, settling them on either side. “That was a very nice meal,” he. She felt his fingers slide down to her knees his touch sending electric shocks to her very inner being. She heard herself beg again as his hands came up from her knees and past her cunny with out the touch she craved toyed with her nipples again and then from her shoulders to her wrists. Taking each wrist in turn she felt them pulled above her head then locked into that position. The soft smoothness of the cuffs as they were fasted around her wrists only served to heighten her excitement. No. Rita had never married, and now she was facing a personal crisis in her life. She had always wanted to marry and have children. Now, she realised this was increasingly unlikely.Her mother was not at all well, and she was actively considering resigning from teaching to look after her on a full time basis. She was the only daughter, and her mother lived some distance away. At present a female cousin was looking after her, but this was only a temporary move. Most weekends she tried to get home.. I swayed and pulled against my restrains as the warmth built to burning pain.“Daddy,” I moaned, squirming.“Look at that ass wiggle. She wants to be spanked there.”“When she's ready,” Daddy said.The flail kept landing. It was wonderful. The pain somehow became pleasure. I swayed, sucking in breaths, my pussy growing more and more excited. Juices trickled down my thighs as I squirmed. I bit my lip, the endorphins building, spreading rapture through my mind as the flail thudded harder.And then it.