"You're going to be taught a lesson bitch!" he replied in an angry voice. You're scared but it seems distant. Quickly you realise that you can't move your body and the heat between your legs is growing. To your horror you father yanks the covers off of your bed and sits surveying your helpless naked form. "The psychiatrist needs you back at his office for eleven to start your training but before then he's given your mother and I have some time to settle a few personal grievances with you." Your heart beats a little faster and the far away fear increases a bit as you see the riding crop in his hand. |