He nailed me in the second game and after a five-minute break he was back in the service zone. He pushed off for a drive serve and I was right behind ...him, five feet back at the safety line. We played hard for over twenty minutes until my last serve came scooting back against the wall three feet away from me and he flubbed the return. He turned and argued with the ref for a hinder, but the line judge put thumbs down and the match was mine. He still ignored my offered hand and stormed off the. " As an afterthought she added, "And once you get brokenin we'll upgrade you to higher heels."When he frowned his wife added, "And along with good posture let's see aconstant smile, Cara. Or I'll be charging you for private consultationson attitude, and I'll have to use my firm's rates, which are awfullyhigh. If that happens, we're going to have to find even more ways foryou to earn money here, which might get... interesting."He looked at her pleadingly and said, "But... I mean... It. Watching Page dragged up and down the wall, screaming at times, had been horrible. But what now?After a several minutes, Page sat back on her heals and looked Willow in the eye. Willow could see that Page had been sobbing, tears still running down her face. She could also see Page's breasts, normally flawless and beautiful, were now red and angry from the abuse. Vertical red lines were scored into the skin and one small trickle of blood wept from a deep scratch on her left nipple. Her stomach,. ”“Daddy, tonight, are you going to--” she started to ask but I interrupted her.“What’s the first rule of Daddy tucking you in?” I asked, one eyebrow raised.“We don’t talk about Daddy tucking me in outside of my room,” she responded.“What’s the second rule?” I asked, and she grinned at me.“We don’t talk about Daddy tucking me in outside of my room.”“That’s right, baby girl. Now go get ready for Daddy,” I told her. “If you have something to ask me, you can ask me when we’re alone in your.