“I’m all hot and sticky, if you know what I mean, and I need to cool myself down.” I went into my room and lied on my bed wearing just my boxer.... Eyes closed, I allowed my thoughts to wander back to Aunty Sue and the events of the evening. The more I thought about Aunty Sue sucking my cock, taking my cock up her pussy and then coming up her arse, the stiffer my cock became again. Suddenly I was conscious that I wasn’t alone and upon opening my eyes, I looked up and I saw my mum was standing. A very loud thought kept pulsing, that they should turn around and leave, or maybe one of them should. And, maybe, they really should do just that. But they’d discovered a golden opportunity, and might need every one of them there to keep them alive.Just a little deeper, just enough to get some sort of knowledge about what was going on, and they could turn around and report back. Running away and reporting back a ‘flesh tunnel’ wasn’t really enough information to act on. And, if they left,. When the stranger reached the side of my bed he poked me in the chest with his middle finger. I screamed, the room began to grow dark. "There is no message for you to send anywhere, it's too late. Run if you can." His voice had a snake like quality to it.Dimly I saw Julie try to shove him out of the way. He backhanded her the way a fly would be brushed away. From somewhere I mustered a burst of energy and grabbed his middle finger. It was the one he had poked me with, and snapped it.He didn't. Next comes "The discipline is mine and mine alone." Deep down I know this is true. I do have a safe-word, and I have no doubt that if I used it Daddy would stop. But I never have. Even as I fret about how much a spanking hurts I know how much better it feels to empty my soul out while he holds me tight and makes it all better. And no matter what, after my spanking, he tells me that I am forgiven (if it's a punishment for having done something wrong) and that I am his very good girl and that he.