I stopped and looked through the doorway, the bathroom light was on but the door was not shut all the way. I slowly walked up to the bathroom door and...peeked through the cracked door to see if he was in there. My eye's shot wide open, I had bite my lip to stop myself from letting out a sound. I saw my dad leaning agaist the tub, he was stripped down with both hands massaging his cock. His eyes were closed as he slowly moved up and down his shaft. I could barely stand up, my knees began shaking. It was a late night flight. When I got down at the airport I saw this girl, Smita Reddy (which I got to know after I spoke to her). She was lovely. Beautiful, smart, sexy, clad in shirt & trousers fitting perfectly to her lovely curves. She was someone whom one would love to see again & again & again & again!!! Everything was perfect with her!! But she seemed to be in trouble. She was struggling with her couple of huge baggages. (not her milk baggages ;) :P ). I kept observing her for sometime.. One of the girls in my class told me that a woman who taught the older girls would pull their knickers down and smack their bare bottoms. Her older sister, she claimed, had suffered this very indignity, and her father had come into school to complain about it."What did he say?" I asked, appalled but also fascinated.The little girl seemed to be as sexually stimulated as I was. "He said" (delightful girlish giggle) "why did you pull her knickers down and smack her bare bum?"Well, young as I was,. I just loved the control I had over her. I wondered what Emily would think if she knew what her parents were getting up to in the kitchen downstairs.“What are you thinking about?” Emily gasped, feeling my lips smiling against her neck.“I might tell you later.” I laughed softly. I rolled Emily over onto her back and roughly stripped off her t-shirt before moving myself over her; covering her willowy body with my own far larger form. I forced her slender thighs apart with one knee before settling.