"Go to your rooms and get ready for bed. I'll deal with you later."Angie's father had been a religious fanatic and belonged to a sect that openly enco...uraged domestic discipline. His practice of chastising his family with the rod (or more often with the belt) was about the only thing Angie had inherited from him. Weekly spankings were just part of her childhood life, and as regular as fish on Fridays. Everyone was called to account for any misdeeds, these being clocked up in a little record book. Every day you will have certain booked clients appropriate to your low standing, you may find them distasteful but that matters not at all, you are to service them never the less. While you stay in the pavilion only clients are allowed in. If you leave however be warned, your rank is below the meanest warrior and any and all may fuck you as they like. She must have seen the worry on my face at that remark because she smiled and said Dont worry, you may find that you enjoy it for otherwise you. ” I obliged, fully lost in the moment as he rhythmically inserted his finger into my mouth for me to suck on while squeezing my ass with his other hand. “What a firm ass you have…” he said, spanking my left ass cheek while I sucked on his index finger. As I moaned in ecstasy, he pulled his finger out of my mouth and started pulling down my pants. “Let’s see what you have in there.”He pulled down my pants, revealing my tiny, yet throbbing erect cock. He laughed, rubbed my nut sack with his left. ..What am I saying? Oh, hell, this is insane. This simply cannot be andyet here I am arguing with a ghost. Are you a ghost?" I don't think so," Mark said."So is any of this making sense?" the sheriff asked."Not even a little sheriff, but I've got to tell you, so far it's alltrue. Every last word of it. Let's see? It was 1959. Mark came overto my house when I was twelve to borrow and wear one of my dresses forHalloween. I let him wear a very fancy dress, that pink one he's inbecause my.