Chapter 211

I followed Sue upstairs and down one of the halls. James had come to the stairway to the upstairs and saw the bedraggled, damp, and totally nude self, pass by to duck into the guest bathroom.

“What happened to her?” he asked Sue.

“Don’t ask. I’m not sure you want to know the answer, James.”

“What do you mean?”

“Apparently, our daughter is capable of discharging vast amounts of pussy juice.”

“You’re right. I don’t want to know.” I heard him laughing as he went back to bed.

Sue handed me a big towel. “I’m glad you’re having so much fun.”

“Me too,” I smiled. “I’m really glad Gretchen is moving to Maine.”

“I’d kiss you goodnight, but, you know, pussy juice,” Sue said, a gleam in her eye. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Thanks.”

***

I didn’t give Gretchen her spanking that night, too late. Instead, I waited until we were getting ready to eat breakfast, and in front of her parents, said, “I almost forgot. Assume the positio