The numbers he was forced to call out were now preceded with “Owww’s, Aaaahhh’s” and “Ohhh’s.” Each one promptly followed a Whack, Crack...or Splat. To be dominated and humiliated by a woman like this was more than he bargained for. Smith never thought the spanking would be so bad when he agreed to a spanking to save his job. The bare bottom part and over her knee position was a shocking addition. Being spanked like a child was something relegated to his past, something that should never happen. Chastity smiled and named herself,"Kinny, I mean Debbie. I'm Chastity when I'm off work." She turned togreet the woman at the Nosh and Grind. The first thing she noticed aboutthis woman was the red hat. Stout. Ageless. "Morning, Mrs. Booker." Shebowed, remembering that this woman didn't like handshakes."Jules, please." The woman nodded in return. "Or Munch. Everyone callsme Munch. Do I know you?" Years back, I ran away to Umimatsu's. I wanted to be a fisherman." I remember. Thought you were a. She already had a tea ready for me and as I sipped it, she started asking questions. How I felt during the week. If I was getting my exercise. How my body felt in terms of working out. I didn’t know what to say, so I told her the truth. I hadn’t been to the gym all week. I had been so distracted with everything on my mind that I hadn’t even thought about working out. Even more so, I hadn’t even talked to my family all week. And that was completely out of character for me. My sister’s and I. " You're just like dad, sometimes."Edith froze at the words; there was an edge to Ken's tone, almost like he was complaining. She couldn't help wondering what the hidden meaning was.**********"You know, you look a lot like your dad," Edith observed as Ken hefted the garbage bag. Dinner had gone fantastically well, better than she'd ever hoped.Ken stiffened. "I wish you wouldn't say that," he said with a frown. "You know we never got along." Well, you do." At least I don't act like him," Ken.