He looked out over the dance floor and then turned to her and put his mouth near her ear."I like to watch the dancers. I like to imagine that I can re...d all about their relationships in the way they move with each other. I like to fantasize about what those couples will do after they leave the bar, buzzing from their drinks and dancing and ready to get more physical with each other." He glided his hand down the outer curve of her breast and waist and slid his hand down her thigh to her. He would tell us that this was going to hurt him worse than it did us. That was bullshit. The old man had a sadistic streak a mile wide, and he would have torn up Tiffany’s ass and turned it red for half of the shit she says on a GOOD day,” he chuckled.He explained that with my mother, it was actually true, though. “It would hurt her worse to administer a punishment to Tiffany or you. That is why I am going to ask you to be strict and not let your sister intimidate you. She is going to tell you. I bite my lip in anticipation, my breathing heavy. CRACK! Another slap and the red handprint wells up on my white ass cheek and I try not to make a sound. Now you’re groping me again admiring the print of your hand on each cheek. You softy touch the burning marks left on my ass and you slap me again, you’re so turned on and spank me over and over. I am so excited at this point, my pussy lips swollen, pussy juicy escaping out of my sweet lips. You pull my hand cuffs, tight pressing your body. You eyed me, curiously. “Um, I mean, no, Sir.” “Which is it … yes or no?” “No, Sir. You did not stutter …” Quickly, I knelt in front of you, head hung low. “Well, you are half right. Where are your clothes supposed to be when you kneel before me? Certainly, not left on your body.” My cheeks burned anew. I could feel the other woman’s eyes upon me. Suddenly, I wanted to disappear. “I … I … that is, I …” Your impatience with me only improved. “If you are trying to think of an excuse, I don’t want.