"I don't mean the spankings you have been giving me," she said, smiling. "Those are fun and I encourage you to keep doing it. You know how that turns ...e on!"But what I am saying, sir, is that occasionally I will request that you punish me for specific behaviors that I exhibited towards you, or sometimes things that I thought about. I know you are not a cruel master, and you would not do this on your own, but I would like permission to sometimes tell you about something from our past, and to. "I guess this one time," Mom said.Dad went to her closet which he hadn't checked yet. I became excited. I left something in there!Dad bent down and pulled out two bags. Two stolen bags from an armored truck to be exact. I left $100 dollars in each bag."Where did you get this?" Dad asked."It's not mine," Allison replied."What is it?" Mom asked."They're two bank bags. We had an armored car robbed the other day." Are you saying I did it?" Allison said panicked."How could you?" Mom accused."I'm. My cock strained the material as he bent me at the waist and kicked my legs apart so he could check and see I was smooth and clean. Pulling the thong aside he spit on my hole then worked a finger inside me and rubbed my prostate, I moaned like a slut and he chuckled some before withdrawing his finger and slapping me on the ass. “Get your ass on the bed, head off the edge slut time to get this cock hard.” I knew the routine, no preamble, and no warm up; he wanted me on my back with my head off. Given the pattern of these time jaunts, 'her' was probably a daughter, whose name I didn't know. "Uh."She used a spatula like Zorro used his sword. "Charlie, we talked about this last night. You promised." The round egg shield flipped in the air and landed perfectly.At least my name was still Charlie."She'll be home from work soon." She scooped potatoes and onions into the omelets shell, sprinkled it with shredded yellow cheese and folded it shut. "I'll go out and leave you two alone. But.