I stroked my hardening cock through my pants. An action that did not go unnoticed by mum as I saw her eyes glance down. “Might be a little awkward ...aving a chat with Dad home mum…” You could see mum’s mind working through what I had said relising that it may well have consequences if we did start the chat when we got home. There were lots of small clearings on the road where the council had made it possible to stop and park and take walks through the woods. “We could have our chat here mum”. She lets down her long hair. She has worn the shortest skirt in her closet. She knows when she undoes one more button on her blouse—which she has just done now—the swell of her breasts will be quite visible. She passes the secretary and is *buzzed in. The door opens and in she goes.“Good afternoon, Debbie,” Alan says, standing up from his seat behind his desk.“Good afternoon, Mister Denning,” she says, smiling. “I’m here for our meeting.”“I understand that you have a proposal for the company,”. Me, he hated, and the feeling was mutual.Barb was now a partner in a medical practice in town. Her folks were well off and had purchased her partnership for her, and gave us our home in the snooty part of town. Our house was even more expensive because it was at the end of the road and the side and back yard were bordered by a state forest preserve. Her daddy, to protect his doctor baby from being taken advantage of by a lowly factory worker (me) had insisted on a pre- nup. I of course. He would say he was spanking her due to some naughty action, usually being mild annoyances which ranged between waking up late to spilling her drink to bad grades to not satisfying him enough in bed. He almost never spanked her at the time of the offense, and usually just brought it up as an excuse for whenever he decided he needed his fix of her ass. Whenever he used up these excuses, he would resort to more meager or even artificial reasons. He once spanked Maya for misspelling a word while.