On top of the stairs, I turned around and I could see that Mr. Johnson was still holding the door knob in his hands as he was staring at me. Did he se...nse something? I waived at him. “Good bye Mr. Johnson.” “Good bye Lola….and behave…okay?” Did he really not know, or at least guess what we were doing in Dave’s room? I cut that thought short and knocked at Dave’s room. “Come in, sis.” He was still in his bed, a thin linen covering him. I saw a bulge at his groin, but I pretended I did not. "House, message to Bonward Nilwint. Come to my bedroom. Message ends."The house computer acknowledged the message, then played the reply."I am on my way, Master," I heard, in Nilwint's voice.Nilwint entered the room, then went to her knees at my bedside."You called, Master?" she said, her voice tentative. I suspected she suddenly realized that the use of "Master" might be considered presumptuous, assuming a privilege she had not yet been granted.I was merciful, in my own way, and said,. She continued to spank me hard with her open hand on my jeans, as fast and as hard as she could, on the middle of my bottom. Dad held me firm.It hurt. It stung like hell, but I wasn't scared. I knew it would hurt and I knew how much it would hurt. I let the pain flow through me and didn't cry. As long as I didn't let the pain "get to me", I was OK. I wouldn't panic. The terror wouldn't set in. I could take it... and I wouldn't humiliate myself.That was the problem. For them, the whole point of. She looked at Mike and gave him a sexy little dip down before he stood up. She ran her hands over his abs, feeling his muscles tense. Her fingers undid his button and zipper. His jeans slid to the floor and he stepped out of them. Mike’s hands slid up her back and finished undoing her bra, taking it off. Then his hands gripped her ass and before she knew it, she was on her back on the couch, Mike between her thighs. He pushed the fabric of her thong aside, lifted her legs and thrust deep inside.