I may be a high school senior and my bottom a watermelon pinkish red as I could see from the mirror on the door behind me. Aunt Kim really was mad and...she spanked me across my Fruit of the Looms with her hard hand. I was so embarrassed being spanked by my twenty-something attractive aunt, yet she had failed to make me react to my spanking. Not one childish squeal had been uttered from my mouth, nor one tear adorned my face. Allowing herself a slight smirk of a smile of false teenage pride.. She could feel the tension draining out of her. She was in a comfortable booth in a quiet bar and she had the company of an attractive girl who seemed really into her. On top of that there was the prospect of a very profitable run and also getting laid tonight with a cute girl. Life was good.Too good. Suddenly all the tension returned to her body in a single massive wave. What if the run fell through? What if she performed badly in bed? Or even worse, prematurely ejaculated from too much. "You're probably right. There's some juice in the fridge. I'll get that."She had just returned when Bob walked into the room. There were some printouts in his hand."Let's eat!" he said, sounding to be in a much better mood than the last time he'd spoken.It only took a few minutes to get everything to the table, and they sat. They held hands and, after a brief, traditional grace Mandy said by rote, they served themselves."I've been doing some research," said Bob, picking up the pages he'd set. "Good", he replied and he pulled her into a kneeling position, then removed the gag from her mouth. "HELP", Marissa screamed, the second her mouth was untagged, which brought a frown to the man's face. He pointed at the man behind him to his right and the man slapped her younger daughter, Sophia, as hard as he could. Even through Sophia's gag, Marissa could hear her scream of pain as the man's hand hit her cheek. "Scream again and I'll have my man cut your other daughter's face. You wouldn't.