Good or bad, that is what she craves.His attention. A hug, a kiss, a slap, his cock. It doesn't matter. His lack ofattention is the greatest punishmen... she can imagine. She clears her throat in an attemptto gain his attention. Nothing. Again, she clears it. He looks over his newspaper, ?Yes.? ?I am having trouble with one of theword problems.? ?Come up here. Let?s have a look.? Rising, she makes sure to flash himsome white from between her legs. As she walks over to him, he foldsup his paper. She kept reminding me againand again that nobody was starting at me, no one was pointing at me, noone was talking about me. She also taught me the basics of makeup. Istill don't wear as much as a lot of women. I like a more natural look.But I have gotten the shopping bug...but you already know that. You'veseen my closet, and no, I don't own 200 pairs of shoes. One hundred,maybe. But not 200. Haven't you ever heard of retail therapy, love?Then I had to have my crash course in teen culture.. She protested and said she's to old for that but could not get free from my grip . I grab her hair and bend her over to the coffee table and told her to put her hands flat on it . Her ass was totally exposed by now and as she tried to protest I smacked her ass hard and said do it . Seeing that she was going to get it either way she did as told . I spanked her ass for a few minutes and it was getting very red . She was telling me she not a little girl and to leave her the fuck alone .Which just. Heck!(apologies again) He probably didn't even want to. That's the kind of power I have.As vile and despicable as these deeds were, I have to say, I even surprised myself with my latest work. I was on vacation away from... (No, I'm not going to say it. I already said two not so nice words in one day, which is my limit. Let's just say it's a very hot place.) and spent time traveling across the country. I happened upon a pleasant, small town with a lot of open spaces between homes. There was one.