When he takes her to the side of the bed and guides her over his lap she does not resist in the least. Laying across his lap, Emma began to breathe d...eeply. Oh the anticipation, the idea that even this way he would be touching her. When she feels his hand just rubbing her cheek, the juices in her just drip down between his trousers. As Donald feels the wetness on his pants thigh he delivered the first blow. “You know why you are being spanked Emma, don’t you? You must learn never to touch. Cummily. I wanted to make her mine, to defile her, to fuck her senseless, and have her know her place. I found it hard--pun intended--to concentrate as I spent eight hours in the office afterward. As I tried to proofread a submission, images of Emily flashed in my head. I couldn't keep thinking of a literary submission when I was thinking of Emily's submission to me. Her bodily submission, taking my dick in her cunt, her ass, her lovely little throat. Enough, I told my brain. Enough. But it. He looked at her and smiled."Did your father secure your mother and then whip her to get his jollies off?" he asked her. "That is what he is going to do to you. On the table here is a bullwhip and a cat-o'-nine-tails whip." Sarah just looked at him. "No your father cannot hear me or see me, only you can do that. However if you answer me he will hear you and return his attention to you so I suggest you be quiet and just listen. I have possessed you and seduced and raped your father so I could. Then Jake was there, standing next to her, pounding on the car, trying to get the door open.“No! Get out!” Béla screamed at him. “Get away!” She screamed in agony after drawing another breath. Then Jake was gone. Someone’s hands had reached into the fire and pulled him away from her. She screamed again in agony and growing terror, her tortured lungs regenerating with each scorching breath. She was out of ideas on how to escape and didn't believe she could regenerate enough to live until the.