Miranda would of fallen backwards if her father hadn't ahold of her by the front of her blouse. Even so, when he slapped her, two of her buttons poppe... off the front of her blouse."I'll show you who's too big for her britches." He continued to yell and grabbing her by her belt undid the buckle and yanked her pants down pulling her cotton panties down with them to her ankles.Then plunging himself into the wooden chair he yanked her down across his lap and proceeded to spank her ass with his bare. Lifting first on leg to his shoulder and then the next, she suddenly became aware of where she was and what was about to happen. A feeling of shame stronger than any she had ever felt ran through her. Why was she feeling like this? She hated him, he was evil, she didn't want any of this. Then why was her body responding to him and his assault. Why did it have to feel like this. She looked at him with pleading eyes hoping he would see that she didn't want this and that he would stop.He was too. I tried not to move my pussy as he gently stroke the upper parts of it making sure he stroked all of the walls, top bottom and sides. He stroked my “G’ spot one, two, three times and then move his finger off of it. I moaned as he stopped the stimulation. He began to move his finger in and out of me again. Then he used tip of his finger and just resting it on the opening of my cunt. He rubbed around the opening touching the inner lips and outer lips of my cunt before slowly shoving his finger. You may become enlighted without training, you may never awaken if you train all your life. There are no guaruntees in this world. Walk across the bridge and enter a supreme challenge, or leave the studio with my blessings." She stood up, and I felt my heart beating. I wished to whatever god or gods might exist that she would leave now. But she approached the mat and put her bare, perfect foot on it. And I watched as she approached. "Hold this apple in your mouth," I put.