Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * ... * * * * * * * * * Chapter Four - A Corporate Flogging Contest Missy awoke to the smell of coffee... and bacon. “Get your ass out of bed,” she heard him yell from the other end of the bus. It wasn’t an angry yell, it was just loud. After stopping in the bathroom for her morning routine, which seemed so much shorter now that she didn’t have to. Depressed and in need of company, he invited the woman out for coffee the next morning. I didnt get to see Pamela for a few months. I knew my father was going out with her, but she never really came around the house. They always went out. After returning home one drunken night my father confided in me that he didnt want to bring another woman around the house if she wasnt going to last. He said that I didnt need that, especially after just losing my mother. My father had expected his tryst. "On your fuckin' knees" he demanded and I got up and got in position, Several hard slaps to my face followed "Fuckin' whore" he said as he slapped me "You like having this Carl and Sherry slap you around?" he asked, "Yes I fuckin' liked it" I answered back. For the next several minutes he slapped my face hard sending me nearly off my knees as the pain grew in my cheeks. He then reached over and pulling my corset top down exposing my tits, he grabbed hold of my nipples and pulled and twisted. She informed us all (in my voice), "I've always wanted to do that in public."We groaned and they looked at "me." I mused, "Well, let's see now..."I shoved "my" boobs out, opened "my" mouth and belched out the first notes of Beethoven's Fifth, "Blah blah blah BLAH," and gave the orchestra chord with a loud (eventually smelly) very wet-sounding fart."Yep. That works," I told them.We laughed in each other's voices and couldn't stop for several minutes. George and Sherry tried to out-belch and.