Having seen me do it to a friend of his at a party a few weeks earlier helped. I was fit, took self defence lessons, and could handle myself. ... “I wasn’t going to do it anyways” he said as he walked off. I didn’t say anything because he knew and his friends knew he had ducked out to a girl. Betty didn’t have the same history so it might be harder, but there was no way she was going to spank me, so I had to stand firm. “Hit him once more Betty and you will make me mad.. She looked at me for a moment, then said: “Ah, okay, why not. You know her room?” I shook my head. “Well, it’s upstairs from the entrance, fourth on the right, number 27.” I thanked her and took another sip from my glass, then grabbed my things and walked out.I went upstairs and knocked on the door she described. “Yeah,” I heard someone say. “I’m sorry,” I said, stammering a little. “I ... ah ... I must’ve missed the ... I heard about the party today and ... someone said it’s over, so ... I was. He had it all. And if he had to, he would use it. But as he watched her, he hoped that he wouldn't ever have to make those tapes public. He willed her to surrender. That would be so much better for both of them. And it wasn't as though she didn't deserve whatever happened to her. She had seduced him, taken a boy twenty years younger than herself to bed, showed him the art of sex and how to use her, to make her shout with pleasure and groan in satisfaction. Now she wanted to end it. They. Tears streamed from her eyes, and tips of her dark hair dangled into the bowl. Her daddy sighed behind her. Well, he said, Since Im going to have to clean you up anyway… She trembled slightly, but she knew better than to whine. Sniffling, her throat still burning from the vomit, she shifted out of the way as her daddy sat on the toilet, finishing his morning pee and taking a small, wet shit. The stink filled the room, and she wretched again and coughed helplessly onto the floor – but she had.