My hands clenched as I groaned through my clenched teeth. I drank in the pain. I welcomed it.My parents disciplined me!Part of me wanted to cry. Not f...rom the pain, but from the joy.“I love that feeling,” Mom said to me as she carried the salad she’d made from the kitchen. “That wonderful reminder of your father’s hand. There were times I drove you to school with my ass burning from being spanked the night before.”I still couldn’t believe that they did this. I wanted to talk, but then I might. “Good. Now that we have that settled, it’s nearly past my teatime.”‘At last,’ Alice thought, her tummy grumbling at the thought. It had been ages, or so it seemed, since she’d put anything in it.“Stay very still. I will be cross with you if you spill a single drop,” Master Foxtrot warned her, placing a teacup and saucer on the crown of Alice’s head.“But-““Silence!” he growled, dark eyes growing three shades darker.“You are never to question my orders!”Startled, Alice pressed her lips together. She wasn't trying to get it in her. She too had not yet arrived at the thought of that possibility. It just felt good to do... so she did it.It felt good to Robby too. Heat surrounded and kissed the tip of his drippy cock, and he felt that wonderful soothing stuff ooze out of him. She moaned into his lips and suddenly that ooze turned into a rush of hot fluid as his semen bathed her pussy mouth. He grunted with the surprise of it. He hadn't felt it coming this time for some reason.Debbie felt. Julie clung to me, the fear of death on her face and in her eyes. I clung to her also and felt her body up against mine through our summer fatigue uniforms. I glanced over a table and saw two Iraqi men come into the building holding automatic rifles.Julie saw them too and let out a little whimper. I placed my hand behind her head and pulled her face to my chest so her sounds couldn’t be heard. I held her tightly as the two men walked into the room, looking about. I could feel her pressed up.