"Then get your shit together," he said and he brought the strap down hard across her bare bottom. THWACK! "I told you what your responsibilities were.... If you live here with me, you will do your part and you aren't going to talk to me like that, do you understand?"As he continued to strap her bottom, Callie sobbed and the wicked red welts began to appear. She was glad in a way that she was crying because she needed the release. By the time he finished strapping her, her backside was covered from. Well, she never cut her head hair.There was other hair on her body that she took great pains to keep well trimmed and shaped. That hair was between her legs. It also had magical properties, for whenever she showed that hair to a man, he became her slave. Her body was the epitome of classical femininity. She had a small waist, below which were hips that beckoned a man and which framed a pussy that most men would die for (and which no few men HAD died because of). Above her waist swelled a pair. “I wasn’t begging. I was instructing Matt to fuck me harder,” Kim said, and then she laughed. “He is very good at taking instructions.”“It appears he is,” Carol said.I got up, took Kim’s hand, and pulled her out of bed. We told our siblings we’d be down in a few minutes and headed to take a shower. Kim giggled as she sat on the toilet while I started the water.“This is the first time I peed with a man in the same room,” Kim said.“I’m glad you feel comfortable enough to do it with me here,”. Thank you, Daddy."Swish! Thwack! "Uhh - two. Thank you, Daddy."Each session I am determined that I won't cry, but each time my bodybetrays me. By the sixth stroke I am sniffing.Wesley doesn't spare me, but swings the whippy rattan as hard as he can.But after the sixth stroke there's a gap as he rests his arm for a bit. Iam snivelling but don't move. Clinging tightly to the arms of the chairstops me putting my hands back to soothe my burning bum."Right, here's the rest of them." Swish! Thwack!.