I was on my way to spend another five days there. I had just turned 18 and wondered if the standard punishment sessions at Auntie Beryl’s were a thi...ng of the past. However as my Dad brought in my case the first thing Auntie asked - if I was still punished for being naughty - to which he replied that I certainly was and he said that as before Beryl should treat me as she did Kate in such matters. I started to protest but got the back of his hand across my backside and such a look from Auntie. He couldn't believe this day was getting worse.It should have been a simple operation. Find the Driscol girl and get rid of her. Quietly. He pulled a cinnamon toothpick from his pocket and chomped down on the sliver of wood angrily. The simple act calmed him greatly and he finally regained enough composure to dial another number. He knew Max had to maintain leadership."Sheriff speaking. What can I do for ya, dipshit?" Are your Deputies completely fucking incompetent?!" Max yelled, nearly. Giving him her number would begin to lay down a foundation of trust. He knew if they could cross that hurdle, then it wouldn't be long before her flesh would feel his whip.He was somewhat surprised at how quickly she agreed. The call was longer than five minutes, closer to twenty actually. The conversation did get somewhat sexual and kinky and he could sense that she was aroused. Later conversations would reveal that she had been. He didn't attempt to control her, not until the goodbye's were. All of the lust and desire and frustration from this morning is in your mind, urging you on. My hand begins to rub gently at your hardness, your cock grows hard very quickly. My lips trail across your cheek, pressing on a soft kiss of skin below your ear. My fingers tease your cock through your trousers, and you let out a moan. I giggle, making a ‘ssh’ sound, wary that we might wake up the other passenger. I unzip your trousers, letting my hand work it’s way inside. It’s such a turn on feeling.