"My goddam son is a fuckingbathroom cocksucker! He grabbed me roughly by the arm and literally dragged me to his car.We didn't talk at all on the way ...home, and I was relievedwhen we pulled in the driveway. I headed toward the frontdoor, but he motioned me toward the garage. I followed him,very much afraid of what would come mext.He sat down on a crate and pulled me over his lap and toldme he was going to beat my ass until it was red and blistered.He pulled down my Levis and jockey shorts and. I had not done everything perfectly but the main objective was satisfactorily acomplished. My own actions later were at a whim and I knew that my feelings sometimes played a very important role in our affairs.My mind kept track of the fighting through Harriet. Another portion was concentrating on the family in front of me while another section was planning future strategies. My mind was like three different people and sometimes more than that lived within my skull. Each had their own thoughts. Will it be the same as back there in the woods,’ I ask, as we were traveling home.‘Oh, yes, that and more, believe me baby, you will never regret it. We will make sure all your needs are met, but you must obey us and trust us. If we say you must do something you must do it immediately or get punished. If you do as we ask you will be rewarded, if not you will be punished. You are ours, and no-one else’s, do you understand,’ Paul asked looking me in the eye. I knew he meant what he said, which. “Well I'm so pleased you are here, Auntie Jen. I think I can talk to you more than Mum or Dad. I really think there might be something wrong with me.”“OK, do you want to tell me what it is?”Watching her lovely bum earlier had me all worked up and I really needed to release my cock from the confines of my jeans.I took the chance and hoped that she wouldn't scream or run but that devil in me was pushing me. I stood up and dropped my jeans and pants to my knees, trying to look as innocent as.