I have got to give you the context on what is about to happen and why. But, before I do, give me just a minute and I'll be right back to you."Your mot...her yelled at me this morning, because you missed fucking curfew again, little girl!" Yes Sir, I did ... I can explain Daddy! I'm really sorry Daddy!" Not as sorry as you are going to be you little bitch! You know that!" Yes sir, Daddy." Get over there in your corner while I figure out how to make you stop worrying your mother so much."She goes to. "You were right" he said "it IS what's between the legs that matters". I smiled but quickly pushed his mouth on my cock again because it just felt too good. As he continued to treat me to the best blowjob I ever had, I could feel his cock getting hard again. I tried my best to jack him off, but my own ecstacy made this quite hard. I could hear (and feel) him moan because of my hand around his cock, but he didn't quit his treatment. After a while it became just too much. I didn't want to come. So maybe that event triggered some type of dialog between them. Anyow, about two days after that event she came to me after school and was showing me a new thing she had made out of wax. I think it was a candle that had been redipped several times but now it was about the size of my dads' dick. She again got real close to my ear and asked me if I would like to feel it. I was pretty excited at the size of it and her urgency about trying it. I said I would love to and off to the bedroom. Follow me.’ So we followed her into a small room in the back of the store which had a lot of different paddles, crops, whips, etc, and a strange looking wooden contraption in the middle of the room. ‘Who gets spanked?’, Jane asked. ‘Clyde, my husband, does,’ my wife replied. ‘Clyde, get undressed for a spanking,’ Jane said. And while I was getting undressed, Jane said to my wife, ‘All of the spanking implements in this room can be bought at our store. They all have price tags, so you can tell.