He bends me over the desk so my ass is completely exposed to him. “Dad… what are…” SLAP! Before I can finish my sentence my dad brings his ha...d down, hard, on my bare ass. Aren’t I too old to be spanked? “Clearly I need to teach you a lesson, Courtney, on how to act like a decent human being. How long do you think I’ll have to spank you until you’ve turned into a decent young lady?” SLAP! He spanks me again. This is supposed to be punishment? I don’t think daddy knows how turned on I am by. Just like when she was raped, she really hadn’t fought. She had passively allowed the men to take her to the ship and slavery. Maybe deep down that was what she wanted; maybe she wanted to be a slavegirl.No! No! She wasn’t a slavegirl. She was a mother. She was a wife. She was a daughter. She wanted to get back to her son and husband and parents. But she knew deep down that if this man Howard ever released her from her bonds, then she would do anything that he commanded. She knew that he would. His fingers started to bury themselves into her and feeling the pressure, Hanna turned her head from him, seeking to pull away. She would not give into his desires without a battle. “No!” she answered his question with a cry. She was even able to jerk her hands from him and drew back an arm to smack him. His head reeled slightly from the impact. Hanna saw her handprint on his cheek. She looked at him in horror at what she had done, but Xander only smiled, his hand gripping her throat. She found the atonal, Eastern music record without a beat that was a favorite of mine for massage and I settled in to working on Nancy. She prompted me to drink my tea before it got cold. Even under the taste of the honey, I could taste the mushrooms. I gave her a raised eyebrow and she returned a smug little smile. It wasn't going to get us real stoned, but it would help with the sensual side of life, if you know what I mean.I took my time with Nancy and had her roll over when I was done with.