I asked her what she was fantasizing about. She began to replay every detail of tonight from her perspective. The more she talked about it, the hotter...she got. She got off in the bed leaving a massive pool of her lady juice on the bed. She begged for me to be inside her. As I am starting to put my cock in her, she stops and says no treat me like the whore downstairs. So I gave her a smack. This smack was not near what Sara had gotten earlier. She begged for more. Harder. I gave her a nice hard. My shoe's squeaking with every step from the moisture filling the insides. The cemetery gate is growing with each pace as it neared. My chest hurt from breathing the cold air so quick. I slowed my pace to a lazy jog thinking I'm home free; when out of nowhere I was tackled and crashed into the soft saturated ground. Before protesting to my capture, I feel a hot sensation on my neck, followed by a sharp burning pain. My head was pinned to the ground so I had no idea what is happening as my body. Zoe wagged her finger at me and said “Now listen Dad, listen carefully. Are you listening?” I nodded, calming down but not yet ready to say anything. “OK Dad, now this is important. You know the rules Mum has set you, and if you break any up until now that has been why you have been spanked?” I nodded again and said quietly “yes Zoe.” Zoe continued “well I am going to do things differently. I am not setting any rules Dad.” I jumped in with “really, no rules, that sounds good doesn’t. Jenny was petrified as they entered the elevator. The elevator was completely glass and eventually had a spectacular view of the city on the way up. Lots of visitors and tourist busses would stop or slow down as they went by to watch the elevators. "What unspeakable horrors was she in for once they arrived at the office?" she wondered. Jenny had been nervously clutching the bottom part of her dress to hold things together. "Let go of the dress, Jenny." Sam said softly. Reluctantly, Jenny put.