"Come on, Kids, bring one new toy each and you can ride in the sledges again to church." There was a little whining, but no real resistance, and they ...ere soon wrapped up and out of the house.The girl's hair was long and, as Chrissie brushed and dried it, it became clear that it was a glorious golden blonde. "Gorgeous hair," she commented."They used to pull it, to make me do things." Oh, my dear. I ... well, that happened to me, too. Though my hair was never so long. Remember, though, you have. "I thought as much. Now on the flip side, if you do not do as you are told or if you sass me or argue... well, your ass will suffer for your mouth. Are we clear on this concept?" he asked."Yes Sir," she said."Good, because the little paddling I gave you before was just to get your attention... a punishment paddling will be considerably more... in depth!" I told her. She turned a little to look at me. I could see the concern and a hint of fear in her eyes. This was not her loving, doting son. Ohh, fuck, fuck.? ?Pita,? he said to herover her chant. ?Pita ??? and he counted slowly to ten while she moaned,listening and straining against her own desire. Perhaps there was the sheen ofsweat on her forehead. He snarled: ?Come hard, slut. Come for Me. Now. Right now.Come for me, be my slut.? She erupted, her voice a shrill cry that fell to a squeal and became asoft keening. Her voice was full of heat, even on the phone. She respondedeagerly when he prodded her. And then she was catching her. " I said while handlingher one of the bottles containing this yellow mixture. I knew that pissalone would make her feel thirsty after drinking it but a half and halfmixture would both add her water and make it taste like I wanted it totaste. I decided to tell her what it was after she had emptied the bottle. "Please, do I really have to? It tastes awful even though I'm thirstyI would rather not!" she said looking at me with a begging look at herface. "JUST DO AS YOU ARE TOLD! DO I HAVE TO.