.. well, he wasn't stupid. None of the women would admit anything at all, but their shared attitude about Brian was illuminating.After telling his son... all this, he looked over at him and smiled a tired smile."I don't know whether to get in a fight with you or hug you." he said.Brian, having a conscience, was subdued. He wasn't going to try to lie his way out of it either."Sorry Dad. She woke me up one day and things just sort of got out of hand."Tom stared ahead, but then smiled. "Yeah, I. He lays a reassuring hand on her shoulder. With his other hand he gently caresses her upturned bottom.Her weekly spanking is her real life: not her job, nor her family, nor her friends. It is only on Sunday afternoons that she truly comes alive. This where she belongs. She now is where she wants to be, where she needs to be. Over his lap she will receive the one thing from life she most craves. She will find her pain, her release, her intense pleasure, and her escape. This is where she will. ?I’m sorry, Miss Julia,? I offered as a quick apology, planted my feet and gripped the shelf again with white knuckles.There was a long pause and I heard her slender boot heels click on the wooden floor a few times. Perhaps she was reaching for a roll of duct tape that I might not have noticed on her cluttered dresser. I was getting really nervous when suddenly three sharp blows snapped the back of my left thigh, almost all of them in the same location. Groaning quietly, I managed to keep my. I was sure that these girls who had captured me having a piss at the Kitty Litter with the wonderfully formed Mrs Murphy, would be as turned on by my blatant act as I was by doing it!My hot piss was still spraying from my pussy and up into the air past my thighs. I could envisage the sight of my toilet shower squirting from my lower lips, recalling at the same time how orgasmic it had been to see Sandra having a wee at the end of my bed, and witnessing those other college girls peeing over the.