"I need to be safe."At least that wasn't another battle."Is this a new car, Daddy?" Vicki asked as Kim and I closed the doors."Yep. Kim and I picked i... out together. D'you like it?" It's very nice. I like the way it smells." New car smell. Some of the chemicals they use to make the plastics come out," Kim said."Clinical," Vicki said. "That sounds clinical."Kim's head swung back. " Where's that word come from?" Which one? Clinical? Did I use it wrong?" No you didn't. It's just not a word I. Your hands are bound behind you with a tight metal chain, so when you shift them, the steel grinds against your wrist."Hello, Verso." The voice comes from the walls, but you cannot see speakers; there are no doors, no windows. There is only a television on the wall before you. It is turned on, as determined by the red dot at the bottom-right, but nothing is on the screen. You squint into its black mirror, and find a reflection. A young man stares back."That is you," the voice whispers. It. “Ouch!” I shouted. “That really hurt!” She didn’t respond, but continued to rein down slaps with her board-like hand. I tried to wriggle out of the way, but the more I twisted around, the harder she smacked until I was struggling once again to get out of her grip and yelling, “Hey, stop, this isn’t cool! Ouch, that hurts! Owie! C’mon, I’m sorry, stop!” She paused and I almost thought my pleas had worked. Even though my ass was burning, I was strangely saddened that the spanking was ending so. “Yes,” I said when her fingers touched the lacy hem. She was hesitant and I bit my lip as I looked her in the eyes. “Yes, I really do.”Mom gave me one more silently affirming gaze before she slowly started pulling the nightgown up and over her head. Seeing my mother naked wasn’t as appealing as I had imagined. Her saggy tits hung almost down to her stretch-marked belly, and right under that the bristly dark hairs started and formed a bushy thicket between her thighs. I almost wished she had.