She fed them and gave them clean sheets and towels. No lectures, no calls to authorities.She had six beds, a small kitchen, a small bath. Usually a fu...l house.Just a much needed respite for a desperate kid leading a desperate life.I showed her Mindy’s picture. “Missing six days. Mission Hills.” One glance, a head shake, “Nope, sorry.”“It was a long shot.”“She could be hooking by now. After six days.”“Maybe. Harold still the man around here?”“Prick. Yes.”I hit five more shelters, most of them. "Husband," I love that word; my darling husband Nicky.Swish...THWACK "FUCK!"...the whippy switch bites low on my tender bottom, right at the top of my thighs."FOUR," I yell. ...I asked for it and I'm getting it. It's just what I deserve."Wipe," he orders and my hand moves immediately to my dripping pussy. I'm delirious with shame and excitement. I'm blushing so much I can feel the heat radiating from my cheeks and I'm sweating."Have you learned your lesson?"I wish I could think of something. " My tone left no room for arguments, as I put the clothes back in their proper place. I grabbed a short sleeve, pastel pink bodysuit; a white pleated skirt; and a pair of white dance slippers then set them on the bed. "Get dressed. You won't be wearing panties today." I spoke firmly as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down swiftly. She has always hated going without them and my solution to that was to get a few of the bodysuits for her. The fact that she. And I might add, you have a great body. Who would turn down a date with you?”“I don’t know. I’ve never asked anyone out,” I admitted, getting a bit more withdrawn.“WHAT?” Tasha said a bit too loud.“Look, Tasha, I can count on less than one finger the number of dates I’ve been on. I don’t date, OK?”“That makes no sense. I mean did you have a really bad date one time in high school or what?”“Tasha my reasons are pretty personal. I put up a good front, I guess, but emotionally I’m pretty.