To wo man gayi aur usane apana bday gift manga. To maine kaha chalo lelete hai. Fir humane usake liye ek dress leli, red color ka top aur black jeansl...li.Fir usake room pe aa gaye. Usane dress change kar ke bahar aa gayi. Kya mast hot lag rahi thi. Usaki 34 ke boobs dekhake aisa laga ki vahi pe apane hat me lelu, usaki 36 ki gand pe hath ferane ka man kar raha tha lekin road pe hone ki wajah se controll kiya. Fir hum log mere bike pe ghumane nikale wo muzase chipak ke bithi thi, maza aa raha. I had gone in just tocheck it out, on the recommendation of a friend, with nointentions of taking up boxing. It just seemed like adecent place to work out without the distractions of thosefancier clubs and it was reasonable too. Being in the atmosphere, I started taking an interestin the boxing aspect of the gym. The workout was prettygood aerobically and it allowed me to work off some of thefrustrations that built up in everyday life. I got to whereI could give and take with a lot of the guys. My pain fuelled my anger at what I'd had to endure. My blood boiled with hate for the judges, my father, for Janice, and especially for the men who operated the whipping machine. Perhaps it was towards my father that most of my hate was directed; he could have used his influence to get me off with just a reprimand, but deliberately did nothing and seemed to gloat when he heard my sentence. "Given half a chance, I'll cut his balls off," I told myself, but knowing it would only land me in more. Suddenly I felt hair on my back, and chest. I was turned around and my wrists were clamped into restraints making me a “Y” and a leather tail crashed on my back! I was being flogged! They flogged my back and abs slowly, firmly, and hotly! I was sweating so much that I could feel the beads going between my pecs and being hit by the tail. My nipples had snake bite cups on them and he hit them with the tail handle. I groaned, and loved every second, then it stopped as quickly as it started. .