.So Carmen came down from tucking in the girls to find Cheryl bouncing on my pogo stick. She couldn't seem to leave, either; she just stood there, in ...the door, her eyes huge, watching Cheryl bounce. It added to things; for the second time that day I made like a cum fountain. Cheryl dropped forward onto me, rubbing her titties on my chest, having gotten out of her blouse but not her skirt for the ride. After a minute, I puffed, "I wasn't wearing a rubber -- are you on birth control?" You're not. She gasped in agony, but didn’t scream out. I knew from personal experience, that the paddle feels like a line of needles stabbing into one’s bottom. Steve noticed Melissa’s facial expressions…he was certain that she had truly felt the results of the paddle.Steve paused a few seconds and then once again, he raised the Lexan paddle high into the air. He brought it down again…just as hard as the first stroke.Swish…TWACK!“Oooowwwww!!” Melissa wasn’t able to contain herself. The paddle struck. She was already moist, her silky smooth pussy beginning to flow with her sweet juices. She ran the toy along her slit, collecting her own moisture, and brought it back to her mouth- she loved the taste of her own sex and the sensation just made her wetter. When she had moistened her toy she ran it down her skin again and positioned it between her thighs, just teasing herself with it. She savored the hungry reaction of her body, stoking the flame of her desire with her slow motions. She pushed. She slowly grew to hate her Mother after that. Her hatred for her Mother was like a snake in her gut every time her stepfather deposited another load of his creamy cum in her mouth, her pussy or her fully stretched rectum. She really did not blame the Colonel. He was, after all, just a man. He was merely another man that let his cock tell his brain how to behave.She really blamed herself. She was disgusted with her slutty actions. She wanted to be punished for her nasty behavior. How could she.