I lean over your lap. Hands on the floor, my ass ready for you. You bring the paddle down, lighting up my skin with fire. Twenty whacks for being a ba... slut. My cunt drips onto your leg while I rock against your lap trying to get away from the pain. You order me to be still. I know I've been a bad slut so I take it. You rub my hair and remind me who owns me. I repeat my rules to you. I'm not allowed to touch myself without Daddy's permission. I'm not to interrupt Daddy when he wants to relax.. Tomoe takes a few steps forward.)Tomoe: Here.(She hands him a cup of tea.)Tomoe: My fiancé was the second son of a similar family, a childhood friend. Like my father, he wasn't accomplished, but he was kind and hardworking. At the time, I loved him very much. When he chose me, I was very happy. But, even though I was so happy, all I could do was look at him in amazement. No matter how much I hate it, I can hardly ever smile. Maybe that's why I never told him how happy I was. "If the second son. ”My complaint trailed off into a low whimper as I felt her hollow fangs press into my skin, it was her way of asserting herself, not quite biting me, but unsheathing her deadly teeth from their fleshy pouches in the roof of her mouth just enough to show me who was boss. She pulled her mouth away from my neck, pursing her fat lips into a sucking kiss that left a red mark. My eyelids drooped and I breathed heavily, she knew how to push my buttons.“Damn it Vi, here? Now? I know it’s been a couple. She nodded when I asked her if we could do it again.I kept things as usual during the week and made plans to take her to a live play. She had never been to one and was like a kid at Christmas in anticipation.Afterwards I asked if she would like to see where I lived? She readily agreed. I live on a sailboat year-round. It was a southern-enough lake that it never froze. A bit of a drive from town but well worth it. Runita got more and more curious since she had rarely been outside the city. It.