It always seems to be laughing at mypredicament, at my humiliation.Almost the worst part is the anticipation before the caning starts. I feelmy guts w...ench as I feel the hem of my gymslip being lifted and tuckedinto the sash at my waist, exposing my bare bottom. Then my darling Daddy,who is actually my husband, says"Count the strokes. And don't forget to thank me after each one"Bad as the anticipation is, the reality is always worse. There is a swish,a thwack, and a line of fire across my. "Charlotte covered her face with her hands, weeping. Her ring sparkled like sunshine. Stephanie's eyes widened when she saw it."Momma doesn't hate you. Don't say that." I'm sorry, momma. I don't know how it got out. I don't know what happened. It was supposed to be secret. It was... uhhhhhhhng..."Then she turned toward the edge of the couch and threw-up strawberry Slushy and ice cream all over the carpet."Oh my god! Charlotte! Ron, I think she hit her head! I think she has a concussion."I shook. “Perhaps we could open a brothel,” my wife, usually know by the family as She Who Must Be Obeyed, joked, after a long a fruitless discussion. At least I think she was joking.“That would be illegal, and where would we get the girls?” I replied. “Unless you want a new career. Maybe the girls would,” I said, referring to my daughters who, from what I could see, were intent on screwing their way through the local town. Okay, they weren’t that bad, but dads react badly to these things.“They could. She sat up on the bed so that she could come down onto her vibrator and started to fantasise that it was Sarah's' husband she was fucking. How would it feel to straddle him and ride his hard cock and even more shockingly she could imagine that it was his finger rather than the vibe that was stuck up her bottom. As she slid herself up and down on her rabbit vibrator she just loved the feeling of the vibrations inside her most intimate regions and also against her clitoris. David was rather.