He stretched his wife across the thick bench and considered whether to pull her bloomers down or not. It was such a serious breech that he bared her b...ttom and gave her some sharp spanks with his hand to get her full and undivided attention.Jane knew better than to cry or plead for mercy. She knew her husband well and such a tactic would only result in added punishment. All she did was to agree with everything he instructed her to do and told him,"I am sorry for my sins; please grant me my. This one is from her perspective,(note it’s not the same encounter…that’s too easy!) my first attempt at writing such. Enjoy!)Layton’s Perspective:Well it was obvious that I had, despite a past history of making really bad decisions, to make a good one. The sex was really incredible, and the best part was that my “Daddy” (I was still loathing to call him that at this point) seemed genuinely concerned with me as a person. I had been worried that it would be nothing more than him humping me,. A trail of my own sweat followed the flower’s trail down my leg to my feet, where it teased the sole of my sensitive foot and even stroked the tiny toes helplessly clenching at the foot of the bed. Back up my leg it went, up the inner calf, around the sensitive knee, and up the softness of my thigh. My pussy gasped as my mouth moaned, my head thrown back and my eyes squeezed shut when the rose touched my nether lips, stroking my hot sex with the soft relentless petals. Jeff teased my pussy. What made it so bad was that it looked like he was going to win. Somehow I knew that I would suffer for it if he and Cody formed some sort of coalition. And the little bastard didn't even seem to care about our parents! I had given up trying to like him. But I had tried to tolerate him over the years, for our parent's sake. I no longer felt the need. Unfortunately, it didn't matter to him. He had me under his thumb now and he knew it.Several stinging comments came to mind as I finally pulled.