"I might not be able to move fast but I'm ready to give the bitch a good hiding. She'll regret what she did to me." Unfortunately the door to our flat...doesn't have a spyhole, but I was certain that it was Penny coming back to sweet talk her way out of trouble. Unlatching the lock, I pulled the door open but kept myself standing behind it, with the racquet held high ready to strike. As soon as she entered I struck. Luckily, in the nick of time, I saw it wasn't her and managed to pull back enough. It was strange I wanted to be, and strange that my 45-year-old girlfriend come lover enjoyed spanking me. Sharon eventually said, “The One Strike rule will run for five more days, Ruth; as a lesson.” That stopped my daydreaming. I sobbed. Five more days. Could I possibly go five more days without earning a spanking? Well I would try. Very hard. At least it didn’t affect us sleeping together. Whether she spanked me or not we always slept together now. Whether I was good or bad. I know she wanted. . What's the modern day word? A ho? A slut? A tramp?" Any of them but tramp work. Tramp is so out of date," Emily said with a smile. Another long silence as Emily stared down at the blue liquid. "Daddy?"Dave could tell by the way that she said it, she was about to ask a serious question. She looked up at him."Have you considered using it on ... Hayley or me?"Dave laid his head back and considered how to answer the question."Em, you know I don't like lying to you so, yeah, I've considered it. To. Above all, it was the kitchen that gave her the oddest impression, there was something distant and vacant, but undeniably electric about the oversized room that looked like it belonged in a 5 star restaurant. All at once this kitchen gave her a feeling of a long lost home she never knew and a sickening feeling of dread and gloom. The actual kitchen was a modern marvel of the newest technology, every thing was state of the art, the silver double sided refrigerator was stocked full of all.