He was taken back and tried to cover himself which was difficult with his arms full of his clothing. I was looking at that beautiful naked body again....��I don’t know about you, but I like what I see,” I told him.“Shit, I didn’t mean for you to see me like this,” He stammered.“I did,” I replied, and as I was saying it, I was beginning to remove my shorts and blouse. Within seconds, I was as naked as he was.“There we are, two peas in a pod,” I said and went to him and put my arms around his neck. Regardless of position, however, a few things remain constant: Women never held positions of authority over men, and any employment by a woman was completely at the discretion of the employer and husband – or father, if no man had decided to claim her. Kathy’s father wasn’t one of the influential few, and years earlier, the aptitude tests determined she’d be limited to working in a laundry. She’d been working here nearly ten years now. There were no breaks, not even to use the toilet –. .“You were very naughty today,” whack, “you could’ve gotten hurt.” The next hit didn’t feel like he’d restrained his anger and I whelped, jerking in his grasp. “Tell me you’re sorry.”“I’m sorry daddy.” I gasped and a few more times he brought the crop down against my skin. “I’m sorry, I won’t ever do it again daddy.” I wondered if he had noticed the wet patch that was growing on my underwear.“I am very angry with you baby,” he confessed lowly, pausing in his attack on my rear, “you disappeared. I whimpered, allowed to make that much sound. His tongue slid up my slit. He caressed my folds. My toes curled. The heat rushed through my body. It was so intense, I wanted to cry out, “Daddy, yes!”But I just moaned.I shifted my head. My hands twitched on my belly. Daddy’s lips kissed over my pussy. His goatee felt so amazing on me. The rasping caresses of his whiskers slid over my naughty flesh. The pleasure rushed through me. I groaned again, drawing in deep breaths. I felt the tank top so.