Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” I replied. I’m sorry, okay.”
My mother sighed, “you don’t sound very sorry, but you will be. “Please!”
“Oh, you’ll be good,” my father said crossly. “Get away from me,” I screamed as I splashed water at him. “Thank you for spanking me, sir,” I said repeating the ritual after every deterrent spanking. It seemed to last forever, but in actually it was only a few minutes. “Fuck, yeah,” he said. I lazily swam backstrokes around the pool enjoying the time that I had to myself. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Thank you …” I paused sobbing trying to get the words out, “for … Mother placed her hand against the small of my back to hold me in place. Just a little bit at first, but with each thrust he went further and further down my throat. Four, sir!” He let them down with more force now causing me loss my balance on his knee.
