Tim had switched the channel now that the news was over and was watching a soccer match on the Spanish channel.I could not help but ask. “Why do you...watch soccer on the Spanish channel?”“Because the best matches are in South America, and the announcer is only telling you what you can see is happening anyway. So who cares what he is saying.”I put on my reading glasses and picked up a magazine, opening it to an article I had started earlier. Every once in a while, I would glance over at Tim and. We was clean but had some stubble and had white hair like a lot of older men. i remember him staring at me like i was the only one at the bus stop with him and i started feeling more and more uneasy. luckily at this point the bus arrived and we started to clamber on i showed the driver my pass and made my way onto the upper deck (it thought this was a good idea as i didn't think the older man would take the stairs) however the upper deck was full so i made my way downstairs and shock horror. I was afraid my voice would reveal the pain I was in.Half an hour later, Connie called back and apologized. Tom had obligated himself to play in a poker game at a neighbor's house. Connie was just as sorry as she could be... maybe next time, she said. I agreed, regretting that they couldn't come. Maybe Sherrie and I would just forget about the whole thing and try again at a better time. Neither of us was fooling the other.I knew two things now. Something involving my wife had occurred in Las. I think the sweet smile on my face made him very angry and he pulled me over his knee. It was the worst spanking I had ever gotten. I can still remember the way he yelled at me,"You dirty filthy little girl. You are going to be a slut just like your mum. You are nothing but a silly, stupid little bitch and will probably spread your legs at the first opportunity."My tender little bottom was so sore I was unable to sit on it for two days. I vowed right then and there to be a good little girl and.