“Yes, Dad,” Craig sighed, knowing he’d never hear the end of it.“I knew it!” Steve cheered. “Oh, I meant to check in with ya. Is she ok?... Those boys last night were sayin’ some awful things bout her.”“Yeah, she’s better now. She was pretty upset at first, though.”“I can imagine, what with the shit they were makin’ up!” Catching an odd look on his son’s face, Steve continued, “They did make it up, right?”“Dad…”“Ah, say no more. You never could lie to me, Craig. It’s true, ain’t it?” When. ’ She dropped her sewing again into her basket. ‘I know of your dream.’ My eyes shot to hers. ‘Of our Laird Cien. Of being called his Rose. I know this. Ye want to know what it means do ye not?’ I couldn’t speak and simply stared at her. ‘Laird Cien Fraser has never been wed nor does he have any child to call his own. Ye are here to remedy that.’ Still I stared at her. ‘So you want me to marry the guy from my dream? Is that it?’ She nodded happily. I rolled my eyes. ‘Riiight.’ I started to. As always though by now he had an erection just at the thought of being spanked. He couldn’t help it. The thought of being draped across a woman’s lap, even his daughter and certainly his wife, he just found so erotic. It soon disappeared though, his erection, soon after the spanking started and the pain took over, even when he was squirming around on that bare lap his erection stayed gone. Until it was over, well at least a few minutes after it was over, when the burning of his bottom turned. Just you fucking wait until tonight! Taylor roared. ______________________ I arrived at 10, maybe a half-hour after everyone else, my mother having abandoned me to meet friends for a night out in Sterling. Taylors house was incredibly close to mine, a two minute walk, or light jog as I was fond of doing, a blot on the countryside, now illuminated by lights, thundering music, pulsing bodies that spilled out a sliding door onto the lawn outside. Supporters, friends, girlfriends had crushed in,.