I didn’t think Big Joe was involved in any mob stuff, but sometimes labor organization and organized crime got lumped together, and Big Joe was a un...on boss. Everyone respected him.“Sylvester, your father, Baptista, was a good man. Someone I could count on to keep workers organized and focused on what we could accomplish. Workers listened to him. I am very sad at his passing and have missed his presence ever since he first fell ill.” He raised his glass and we all saluted my father. He served. “Please don’t?” she asked, as she reached for my arm grabbing the sheet. “I love that you live so free here, I don’t want to disturb it.” With that, she lifted the cotton dress up over her head, exposing her firm young breasts. “Libby, are you sure you should be doing this?” I asked, trying to be somewhat of a gentleman, but really delighting in what now confronted me. She grabbed my rock hard cock and began to stroke it. I knew I should object, but did not move. “Please, I. She noticed that my eyes were red and full of tears, as if I just cried a lot. To be honest, I did cry. You will soon understand why. Before Rina could say anything, I took a black cloth piece out of my pocket and showed it to her.“Today is that day,” I spoke in a serious tone.“Today!” Hearing these words out of my mouth, Rina got scared. Her beautiful dimples disappeared as I saw fear growing on her face.“Do we really have to do it? Again?” she asked.I hugged her while whispering, “You know. He was so loving, so sweet, so kind; like he was sorry he was going to spank me. Once I was over his knee I just let everything go. I wasn’t even shaking or trembling, my mind was telling me to relax and take the spanking. I was pretty calm until he lit the fire in my ass again then…just went to pieces. Dinner was very uncomfortable. He did ask a few times if I was sure that I wanted paddled. I did and had resolved to take it. Again; it was up to him on how long it lasted and, I wanted him to.