I cried out in pleasure as her finger moving in and out. I could feel my orgasm coming like a freight train."Boy, someone is really wet tonight," She ...aughed.And then before I knew it she pulled her finger out and...Whap..."Nine," I managed to force out. Tears where running down my face from the pain of the paddle and the frustration of haven't been able to cum yet.WHAP..."Ten," I cried out!"Good girl," my Mistress told me as she put the paddle down in the chest of our toys. She came back with. A lock clunked. The door creaked open. My father stood over me, color appearing in his normally bloodless face, his ivory skin usually melting into his pale-blond locks.“My sweetling,” he groaned, seizing my shoulders and pulling me in. “What is it? Is it about last night?”I nodded my head, my cheeks scarlet. I could just tell him it made me feel weird. Explain that he’s my father, that what we did was wrong. Instead, I let him lead me to his desk, covered in papers. He moved around it, sitting. She did not want the tedium of romance, the tender, considerate sex, the avowals of love. She did not want the roses; she wanted something more direct, more physical. She wanted the thorns.She stopped on a street corner illuminated by a dim yellow streetlight that barely penetrated the humid air, leaving dark pools of shadow in the empty doorways and the rubbish in the street. Far away she could hear the hot whine of tires on asphalt, and somewhere far in the distance there was the sound of an. " What?" She reached for the sheet to wrap herself up and suddenly realized that, during the night, she had kicked it down to her feet.OH! My God... ! How long was I like this? I'm going to die." Not anytime soon, I hope ... I wouldn't know what to do with the body; my garden mulch is only composed of plant materials. Just kidding ... Actually, I've been up since six. You were looking so peaceful; I didn't want to disturb you. Why don't stay that way ... I'm sure that Harold won't complain.".