“What do they do when they’re… slutty?” I asked timidly. “Well did you get into the cabinet tonight?” He asked knowingly. “Yeah…” I... admitted “Stuff like that, heh…” I wanted to ask more. I had so many questions wondering how it felt to have your penis sucked, to lick a girl between the legs, how it smelt and tasted, wondering if it’s okay to do stuff with other guys as well. I couldn’t find any more of the movies like that one my dad watched that one night to see if he had more but I knew. He raised the paddle into the air and brought it down swiftly and firmly on her cheeks. She gasped but held her lips together so as not to let a scream escape. A red indentation on her backside showed exactly where the paddle had made contact with skin. He brought it down a second time. She jumped, and tried to pull away, but the wrist restraints held her in place against the horse. A third time the paddle was raised and applied to her bottom. On this third strike, she let out a small “Ow!” and. I was amazed at how much the servants quarters looked like the barracks we had in the military, albeit much more modern and not in any visible state of disrepair. ‘How are the accommodations Winston?’ I asked. ‘They’re quite nice,’ he replied. ‘Mr and Mrs Seiver take very good care of us.’ ‘Good. I only ask because these look just like the barracks we had in the military. Much nicer than anything we had, but very similar.’ ‘The company they hired to build them pitched the barracks style. It. “Debbie, could you tell me what latitude means?”She looked back at him and shrugged. “I don’t know. I was searching for a word and it just popped into my head, but someone tells me I need to look it up, so if we’re done here?” she asked, glancing at her father.Michael just held his hands up, knowing he’d been effectively dismissed by his daughter. He didn’t quite know what to make of what had just happened and had no clue who she was talking about, but she seemed to be dealing with it on her.