This is definitely a whiskey problem.”Greg slid his keys across the bar top and watched as the bartender poured two scotches. Much to his surprise, ...he bartender had even taken the bottle off the top shelf. While pouring the drinks, the bartender said, “I remember when I caught my little girl in bed with a man. I was so mad that I threw the fucker through the window.”The bartender slid a drink across the bar. Greg accepted the glass of scotch from the man and asked, “What happened?”“Well, I. “Is that the crop you used on Daddy . . ?” she heard one sisterask, awestruck as she dragged herself upstairs. That night in bed, Beth masturbated more furiously than ever, herimagination filled with straps and belts, crops and paddles, and the bittercurses of ruthlessly cruel women. She came and came, dozens of times,moaning with pleasure. Beth was half-asleep when her stepmother crept into her room aftermidnight, slipped off her nightdress, climbed into bed and reached hungrilyfor. I pulled it slightly and new it was going to be a good day but that I had to start it by putting a big smile on my face. I could feel both nipples stiffen against the silk of my gown and moved slightly so it would rub over them.He looked over; I was sure I was caught but then went back to his work. Maybe he hadn’t seen me but I would need to be more careful as I perved over his young hot body. He moved away and I decided I had to finish what he had managed to start without even realising it.. Pay attention," he intoned. "By your silence, I'm assuming that you have learned your first lesson about not speaking unless spoken to. Is that correct?" Yes sir," she softly replied."Good for you," David cheerfully observed. "If you listen carefully, and learn your new lessons, your new life will not be as violent and painful as the last 24 hours." If," he cautioned, "you resist, or fight back, or make me unhappy, the last 24 hours will seem like a trip to Disneyland." Do you understand?" Yes.