While Paula hobbled onto the cold kitchen tiles being strung along on the leash, occasionally banging her face onto the floor when she lost her footin..., Sir and Friend conversed while they grabbed two beers from the fridge. They returned to the living room and sat on the couch, all the while dragging Paula behind them.Paula’s mind raced trying to process the situation and the burning shame of Friend and Slut’s presence. Paula couldn’t believe Sir was forcing Paula into this without so much as. About half of our cows had calves that summer. All of them seemed in good health as winter approached.December 25, 1846Our second Christmas on the Tackett-Ware Ranch was a lot more comfortable than our first Christmas had been. We had a lot more room to spread out in, and we had some comfortable furniture to sit on. We had two large fireplaces, one in the living room and one in the kitchen which, which kept us reasonably warm.It was also nice having a real wood floor under our feet. The women. Master wanted me to act more like my old self for most of the time, and I was happy to do so for him. It made him happy for me to pretend to enjoy the things I used to enjoy and to take care of him in the way he was used to. All of it for his pleasure. It's not as if I didn't like any of those things, it's just they weren't as important to me as Master was, regardless of what rules he wanted us to follow. I would help further his interests before any of mine, and I would help clean up this. "Daddy I'm sorry, I didn't think you would mind." "You're under age! Of course I mind!" He yelled again and snatched the bottle out of my hand. "I'm done!" He sat on the edge of the couch and grabbed me by my size two waist to lay me over his lap. Still in my short shorts, my ass hanging out even more with me spread over him that way, it made easy access for the spanking he started on me. "You want to act like a child you'll get punished like one." He whacked with everything he had. I screamed.