His cock boned rigid and dribbled pre-cum, his high pitched sigh of defeated resignation through the gag on seeing the pleasure in every one of those ...yes, exciting Hortense’s spiteful sadism to a lush peak, and her cunt to a tingling moistness as she tugged on his leash.Yes Brigham, there’s no escaping it now ... and just look at the delighted anticipation that every woman here shows, in seeing you get what you’ve earned yourself...” Her haughty dominance took control of her for a moment, and. Whenever I tell you to present yourself for the paddle, this is what you do. Always. And if you are dressed, you pull your pants down enough to bare your bottom." She leisurely fetched a hardwood paddle and began.He exclaimed loudly with each hard swat. The paddle always hurts more than expected. When he kicked his legs, she admonished him to keep still. Twenty hard swats she gave before she stopped. She lightly touched his blazing bottom and ran her fingertips all around. "Nice and red," she. This went on for a year or so till Dad introduced me to the son of a well known family. At nineteen I was considered beautiful with a good body, firm thirty four in tits, taut ass and good legs. Dad had fucked me almost every night but when I met Henry all that stopped. Dad took me to meet his mother who insisted there would be no sex for me from now on, if I was going to marry her son that was the rule. I dont know how she found out Dad was fucking me but from then on there was no sex. Dad was. It was very good. Sounded like the trip to research it was fun.’ The article was free lance that I had done on the spur of the moment, not counting much on it being picked up. But it was and got a lot of positive feedback. My editor sent an email complimenting me and asking when the next novel would be done if I was catting around in the redwoods. ‘I caught hell from my editor for that one. She wants my next manuscript, not salmon.’ We laughed again. ‘Are you an outdoor person,’ I asked. She.