She spanked me by hand ten times on the bare ass. Julie watched the entire time as I counted each one, and apologized for my outburst.“Are you ready...to be kept in a constant state of discipline where you may not speak out of turn or face a consequence like this one, Julie?” My Mom had used me as an example of what was in store for Julie, and to teach me a lesson at the same time. I rubbed my rosy red butt cheeks. I could feel my mother’s handprint on my ass as I got back in the car, and sat. I had finally stopped wearing my widow’s veil after a year at my daughter’s insistence, as she felt it was making my illness worse.In my desperation, I’d begun to think to ask Father for help.I swore I would never do that, never turn to the man who rejected me so soundly and coldly.Father. Elijah Moorhead. Hope, my daughter, had never met him and I was secretly glad that she never would. The very breath of his name made me wince in pain. We had been so very close, once, but it had been so many. I was tied down to it so I was bent over, my clit and pussy sticking out as my high heels pushed them up. He stroked my back then took my knickers and pulled them slowly down my legs. I stepped my heels out of them and spread my legs so he could get good access to my pussy. I felt him run a hand up the back of my leg and squeeze my balls and ull my cage down a bit, making me moan. My mouth was already watering through the gag and I could hear some footsteps behind me.I could hear Sir talking to. Then, she turned over and her luscious ass was right in my face just sitting there waiting for me to interfere with her peace and calm.It was too much of a temptation to pass up and I dipped my face into her heated crack and kissed her brown eye with the hope that she might be the sort of bird that likes an early worm at six in the morning. My stiffened worm was feeling quite adventurous and ready for action and the memory of last night and their magical moment flashed into my mind and I knew.