With every ounce of self control...I beat at the pleasure taking me over. The mightiest betrayal to date was having it's way with me......and so was s...e......Face against the filthy stall wall .....Hands behind me wrapped in my nice, soft, black leather, J-crew belt (which matched my boots exactly in color & material). I was fuzzy all over with confusion and to be quite honest, submission. Now, truth be told I am nearly germaphobic all public things considered. So, to be so intimately veiled in. He is carrying in his hands pictures of us when we were first falling in love and I am eyeing and scouring through at them in a laid-back and lazy comfortable fashion."Do you guess how far it is that we have come from, Ragnhild?" He queries me coolly and unperturbedly. Of course! How can I ever fail to remember and let slip from the memory all that? I cannot. I mean ... we have traveled and tripped and toured a cheerful and joyless excursion and errand all in all. Yes. We have made a move and. Right on cue Mom pounded on my door, prattling in her heavily Asian accented and choppy English, Lisa, you make dinner. I going out. She was no doubt going to the same strip mall she always did to get her hair and nails done. Not that Dad cared what she looked like, when he was home he just drank beer and watched TV all day. Mom didnt even wait for a reply and was zooming off to get chatty with her Asian girlfriends. What the fuck am I going to do? I groaned into my pillow. For a moment. “So I see that you’ve decided to be extra bad and not wear panties? Dirty little girls like you need to be punished… harshly.”“Please sir, don’t hur…..” Is all I get out of my mouth before I get a quick smack on my ass with the ruler. “Ahh” I moan.As I receive another sharp smack.“Don’t worry, there are plenty more coming. I’d say you deserve at least 20 or more…” You say followed by a cynical smirk and small laugh.Your smacks get a little harder as you continue without comforting my ass at.