Then she gave me a good, hard spanking that lasted for what seemed like hours but was, in reality, no more thanfour or five minutes. But it hurt lik... hell and it was very humiliating.When it was over I was sobbing like a baby and she made it worse byslipping her hand between my legs and discovering that I was very wet. Despitethe evidence, I denied that being spanked had turned me on. But I learnedmy lesson and never attempted to avoid my share of the work.Neither of us mentioned the. I pulled him towards me. I had to have him, to swallow him. My tits swung freely down from my chest. A sweet and familiar cloud of lust set my mind afloat.I must have looked the whore I was.No classy affair, this. No subtle titillation of the senses. No carefully planned adventure. Not even the thrill of the deliciously forbidden, anymore. No excuses, no sparkling sheen of glamour. I had become a greedy slut. I just had to have my cock. And lots of it.There was no romance left.Ralph and I had. Oh, and this older nurse gave me a sponge bath. That was ... different. But I didn’t attempt to communicate anything to them. I couldn’t. A few of them noticed I was conscious and would say a few words, but I didn’t understand them, nor did I have it in me to try and answer. Shit, I was doing good just to keep my eyes open long enough for them to notice. Several times I drifted back off to sleep while they were in mid-sentence.I think about five days passed before I discovered my mom in the. That little knife wassharp. After trying not to make a bloody mess on my carpet, I picked upthe index card while sucking on my finger.Saying the three lines, one of them I thought said something aboutAthena; I waited for something. However, nothing, nothing at allhappened, just me sitting with a bloody thumb and a grey rock."You got me good." I started to laugh; well at least this whole thingtook my mind off the divorce. Still, I planned to get Kaylee back later."What do you mean?" Taking the.