Chapter 1

Reverend Jim Lowe was extremely well thought of in his community. He worked hard at keeping his faith. He also worked hard at raising his fifteen-year-old daughter as a single father.

Stacey Lowe was perfect in her father’s eyes. Like her father, she was a devout Christian. One of her greatest joys was singing in the church choir.

Up until the day of the incident, life in the Lowe household has been near perfect. Even losing Mrs. Lowe, the reverend’s two-timing ex-wife, had been dealt with and life went on.

Stacey hadn’t spoken to, much less spoken of, her mother since coming home from school early one day because she wasn’t feeling well. Upon entering the family home, she heard the distinct sounds of a couple in the throes of very noisy sex. At least that’s what it sounded like. She’d never heard anything like it before, being that her saintly parents were very private.

Stacey quietly made her way towards the source of the sounds, soon realizing that it was her parents’ bedroom. The sounds were quite loud by now, being that the door was open.

She eased up towards the edge of the door and was shocked to realize that one of the voices belonged to her mother. Before getting any farther, it seemed the actions, whatever they were, must’ve taken a darker turn. She’d never heard such words spoken before, much less from her own mother.

“Spank me, you motherfucker! Beat my big fat ass! Mark me! Mark me so that my old man knows that I’ve been fucking around!”

Stacey was even more shocked by the sound of the male voice that answered. That voice belonged to Tommy, her boyfriend of six months!

“Oh yeah, Mrs. Lowe? You want me to beat that big ol’ ass? What else do you want me to do?”

Her answer was, “Anything nasty that we can think of! Everyone in this town thinks I’m ‘Miss Prim-and-Proper’. I’m just a dirty slut! I’m your dirty slut, Tommy! I’m your dirty cunt!”

Stacey was shaken to the core. She’d never heard language like this. Now, here she was hearing it from her own mother. Poor Daddy, she thought. He deserves better. He’d always treated his wife like gold. This is the thanks he gets.

Stacey didn’t want to, but she had to see with her eyes, what was going on. For some reason, she didn’t trust her ears. She edged closer to the door, finally reaching a point where she could peak around the corner.

What she saw caused her to stifle a gasp. There, big as daylight, was her boyfriend Tommy, naked as the day he was born. She’d never seen a naked man before. Her mother was naked and on her hands and knees, wiggling her prominent backside in apparent anticipation. He was standing near the edge of her parents’ marital bed, with one arm cocked back, ready to strike. She stood there, dumb-founded, as that arm, with its out-stretched hand, swiftly descended towards her mother’s naked butt. The quiet was rudely interrupted by the loud smacking sound of palm on flesh. Her mother screeched in pain, then screamed, “Is that all you have, you pussy? I said SPANK ME! I didn’t ask for a fuckin’ love tap!. Now, hit my ass! Hit my big fat ass HARD! Leave a god damn hand print!” Tommy answered, “Remember, bitch. You asked for it! I’m gonna beat your ass RAW!”