Our punishment at the hand Of Judge Cooke. Judge Cooke # 4

We waited in Sharon’s Bedroom for Judge Cooke to come up to administer our punishment for disturbing him, while he was under the stair case fucking the young black woman that worked in the Kitchen.


I wanted to talk to Sharon’s about what had happened. I wanted to ask her how she felt knowing that her Dad was cheating on her Mom. How she felt watching Judge Cooke fucking that woman from the Kitchen. I wanted to ask if she had already known he was fucking her. Had it turned her on, like it did me, watching them. I was thinking that it must have turned her on, because she had already told me that she loved to watch her Daddy in the shower and when he was fucking her Mother. She had told me before, that she loved to see him naked. She must have lusted for his cock like I did. How could she not; watching him, seeing his hard cock, smelling him, feeling the heat of his body next to her. Oh God, I wanted him to touch me so badly. I longed to feel everything that woman had felt. I wondered how old we would have to be before we could have sex with a man.


It seemed like forever we had been waiting, in silence, for him to come into the room. Finally, I asked Sharon what she thought he was going to do to us. Sharon finally looked up at me. She just looked at me and then said that when she grew up she wanted to marry her Daddy. I said you can’t do that, he is married to your Mom. She said that her Mom didn’t deserve him, all she wanted to do was drink.


About that time, she got up off her bed and walked to the door. She opened it just a little bit to peek out. She turned and said, Look the Bathroom door is shut, let’s go see who is in there. I said no because I thought we were in enough trouble. Judge Cooke ordered us to go to her room and wait for him. She stepped out the door and tiptoed across to the Bathroom. I watched from the doorway, She peeked in through the skeleton keyhole and motioned for me to join her. My heart was beating so fast with fear and excitement, because I knew he was in there or she wouldn’t have motioned for me. She moved over for me to look. I could see directly into the shower, there he was, naked rubbing soap all over his body. She whispered to me, look at him, isn’t he handsome? She then told me that she loved the way his body looked. He turned off the water and we scampered back to her room.


About ten minutes later he can in the room. He was in a different suit and his expression was very normal.