So I could see what this must have done to him. Lacking confidence to start with they had destroyed him, his faith in himself, and his faith in women.... I felt like screaming in anger but I knew I had to treat him carefully if I was going to repair the damage. ‘I’m not like them,’ I said pulling away from him, ‘not at all like them. I like you, like you a lot. I told you earlier and it wasn’t just to please Mike. I did dream about you and I did like the dream and,’ I added smiling softly at him,. “Nope. Got eighteen strokes of the paddle across my dad’s lap. Ass is still a bit sore and tender.”“I’ll bet it is!”“Can you come by and pick me up in an hour or so, say 8:30? I really need someone to talk to.”“Sure Megs. I can do that. What happened? Why the spanking? I mean I can’t remember the last time your dad used that paddle!”Erin and I had been best friends since elementary school and she knew of the ‘Board of Education’ that dad kept hanging in the kitchen. She had seen it many. 'You like it, eh?' he asked teasingly while rubbing and teasing my tight hole with the tip of his finger. With my mouth full of cock I could only moan my agreement.He was already playing with my ass and fucking my mouth for quite some time when suddenly he pulled his cock out, got up and went behind me. He spread my ass with his hands and when I thought it couldn't get any better I felt his tongue touching my hole. I started moaning while he happily ate my ass. After a while, he liberally. It was too much for him. He screamed.Chris sat up in his bed; the dream had been so vivid, so real. His father came into the room after hearing his scream."Chris? What's up?" He asked"How long?" Chris asked himJohn Henderson looked at his son puzzled? "What do you mean, how long?" He askedChris shook his head, "You've been working for the Association, following their orders, for how long?" He askedJohn Henderson sighed, "You don't understand son..." He began."Understand! What don't I.