5 years i did not know i can see her bathroom and i haven’t tried this and found this before 10 days and for past ten days i daily trying to see her...in bathroom at morning 08.30 to see her i have changed my working time from 07.00 am to 3.30 pm to 2.00 pm to 10.00 pm in night and for past six days i not able to see her and and on the 7th day i saw her i found she sat on the small stool with her petticoat tied till chest she used bath first she will come close the door first she will remove her. The conference we were at was an annual one but it was the first time that I had attended as I tended to view it as a bit of a waste of time in the past, instead concentrating on working. This year I didn't have a choice. Roger told me in no uncertain terms that I would be expected to attend alongside him and Ron Thompson. We booked in to our adjoining rooms and I was glad to shut the door and collapse on my bed. I lay face down on the large hotel bed and almost sobbed as I felt the crust on my. “Tiffany, pass me my belt, your son needs to learn some manners,” said Michael as he started to stand up, apparently to beat me with his belt. But a look of panic flashed across my mother’s face and suddenly she took Michael back into her mouth and furiously started stroking him at the same time as his face softened and he decided to lie back in bed.“Oh damn…Damn you are entirely too good at that baby. Sit down Tom, watch your mother do what she does best,” Michael said as he wrapped his hands. I looked at J, scared. I had never revealed to him that I had this desire to be punished in this way, that I had even fantasized about being a bad girl. He had called me his slut, his slave, his dog. He had never called me Daddy's naughty little girl. He held the belt, doubled, up to my lips and nodded. I kissed it. When the strokes come, I cannot believe how much they hurt. He tells me to take my punishment, that I am a bad girl and I deserve to be punished, that Daddy needs to punish his bad.