He only uses this when his desire has not been met. He hit's her only twelve times before it starts to cut. He tells her to count eight more whippings...before he will stop. She knows he just wants to hear her voice crack, but if she does not speak loud enough then it doesn't count. She got 14 more whippings instead of eight. She loved it, but she hated it all at once. She was his good fuck whore, and he was satisfied with her beating for now.He told her to sit on her knees with her mouth open. But my father was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a beer. He looked up at me when I walked into the kitchen and I stopped walking. He stood up and I took a step backward out of reflex. ‘Did you think that I wasn’t going to find out?’ he asked and started toward me. ‘Did you?’ I didn’t say anything. I just stared at him. Suddenly, he took me by my hair and bounced my head off the kitchen table. He let go of me and I fell on the floor. He went into the living room and returned a moment. "That was a long concert!" said Julie's father."Yes it was," replied Morton straight faced, "and it took a while to get the CD, but here it is" he said and handed over the disc."Why thank you" said Julie's father. Her mother was looking intently at Julie. She seemed different in an ominous way, and when Morton said goodbye Julie kissed him resoundly on the lips. She had never done anything like that in front of her parents before."Goodnight Morton, thank you for a lovely evening. See you in. Little Matt was in bed. Dad was out and would sl**p it off all night in his chair. Mom’s words were getting slurred (too much wine). Terry said she was going up to bed and took Mom’s hand saying “ come on Mom I’ll help you upstairs and tuck you in. I was 11:30 when I went up to bed leaving dad out cold. Terry was asl**p when I pulled on my pajamas. I kissed her cheek and told her I was going back downstairs. I closed the door and stepped across the hall and peeked in on Mom. She was lying on.