Taking a deep breath, Charlie placed his hand on the cold doorknob and twisted it, swinging the door open and startling his wife."Charlie!" she exclai...med, her hand shooting up to her neck with surprise. "You scared me." Looking him up and down she frowned. "Why aren't you dressed, slave?"He didn't answer her, but moved closer, his hand jetting out and snatching her wrist."Charlie!" she protested as he twisted her arm around her back. She rose up on her tiptoes, gasping at the pain of having her. Even has all my junk on it. My necktie was on the bedside table. I kinda left it there because I was in a hurry to leave for work yesterday and didn’t put it away. The bedside table must be yours though.’ You paused for a couple of beats, and cleared your throat. ‘There’s a lacy red bra draped over the back of a chair belonging to me…’ ‘You own a lacy red bra? What cup size are you?’ It slipped out of my mouth before I could think it through. You laughed. ‘I am absolutely sure that one belongs. "So, for little sluts who smoke and look like fucking, cheap whores,what is the punishment?" Marcus demanded."Naughty girls get fucked, Daddy" Estelle replied in a little girlsvoice."Not quite right, young lady," Marcus pointed out as he graspedEstelle's scrotum in his hand. "Tell me PROPERLY how sluts like you areget punished!" Oh, Daddy, naughty sluts get fucked in the bottom, Daddy" That's right, Estelle, you fucking whore, but you've forgotten thatyou have to ask properly, haven't you young. "I brought over your school uniform and also a copy of the document you signed saying you would be here by one o'clock for the next three Sundays. It is very important that you arrive here early or on time, or your punishment will be even more severe. I also have some bubble wrap that you can take with you and sit on in your car. Just take it easy until you feel you are able to drive." Slowly, Melissa was able to get up and put on her school uniform. Then she noticed the clock in the room. It.