Last year, my parents got divorced, leaving me to live with my Mom. I hated it, and I always ran away to my Daddy's house, he lived only a few blocks ...ver from us. After only a few months of this behavior, my Mom was tired, and sent me to live with him, since that's where I really wanted to be. The day I moved over there, I hadn't packed anything yet, so my Daddy helped me. We sat in my room for hours going through everything, mainly just clothes, but I have many clothes, even now.Mom had made. ” I got up from the couch where I had been sitting and when to my desk drawer where I extracted a paddle. It was a burgundy leather paddle 3” x 14”. I could personally attest that this baby stung like hell. Returning to the couch I patted my lap. “Lets get this over with.” Deb shuffled over to me and I quickly lay her across my lap and lifted the bottom of her nightshirt to reveal her amazing plump bum. I had an incredible urge to give her my usual foreplay spanking which would end with. "Unbutton your shirt, raise your skirt and, here, cover your eyes with this."He threw one of those sleeping masks at me. As I was sliding it over my eyes, he turned on and was aiming that little reading light at me. I unbuttoned my shirt and bunched my skirt up around my waist. He pushed open the sides of my shirt and said, "There, better to see you with. Get comfortable, it'll be a while. Man, you are one hot little slut."Ohh man, I get shivers up my spine when he calls me a slut. I should be. The fading fantasy of finally catching a man to attend her ticking biological clock amplified her rage. There were the occasional station boyfriends of course, but none were looking for a long-term relationship. Most of the unattached men seemed shallow and rude. Hayat had said he wanted something more than a girlfriend, and she had believed him. Antje knew Hayat was no angel, but now she realized the man was as shallow as the rest of her past lovers. Her trusting heart was broken again.Lost in.