”He grinned. “Thank you. I like being flirted with.”“I wasn’t flirting!” she yipped. She blushed again. “Ohhhh, go on. I’ll see you in... the morning. Don’t show up until after nine. I’ll try to be a little more presentable.”“Darn,” he sighed.“Ohhhh you!” she giggled. “Go on. I suddenly feel like I’m twelve again, and a man is looking at me for the first time!”“You don’t look anywhere near twelve,” said Bobby. “Trust me on that.”He turned, and left, before she could respond.Christy sat on the bed.. But the more you get, ahh, wrong, the worse the punishments get," he said. Then he reached down into the box and pulled out a hairbrush. It was made of wood and was a bit larger than the kind I used to brush my own hair, but he seemed pleased with it as he held it up for my inspection. "You get two wrong, and I, ahh, will use this to spank you 20 times."He was smiling broadly now as he let me examine the brush. I gulped in fear at the thought of that hard wooden thing smashing into my cute. Her face was gorgeous, with emerald green eyes and very light blond hair, but he couldn't help sneaking peeks at her breasts, they were generous, full and firm, the almost snow whiteness of her skin made the nipples appear to be a much darker pink, and he could feel his prick respond accordingly. He realised that his erection was starting to show, and he could see the Minister looking at his groin. He flushed and quickly returned his eyes to her face, when her green eyes looked deeply into his. Please?" she said, softly.Alan saw the need in her face. He looked into the soft blue eyes of his stepdaughter. He saw her mother in those eyes. Martha had been gone for a couple of weeks now and he did miss her in bed next to him. She had gone to be with her mother who wasn't feeling very well and was getting up there in age. Her sisters, Heather's aunts, were helping out as well so the whole family was there. But Alan had to work and Heather had school, so they stayed behind.Now Alan was.