Alia was going to do some investigating and find out who was home at that time in the morning to narrow down the options. Her mind seemed to go off in...o another place for a bit, thinking about god knows what.We didn’t talk much, Alia seemed too distracted and went home after thirty minutes. As she was going out the gate, she turned to me “Oh, and do be home Monday night. Make sure all of your lights are out. You just might enjoy yourself!” Then she disappeared out the gate and through her. ....he asked me to relax my bottom as I was clenching and he gave my bum a rub which I loved.He moved on to a paddle...wooden ..square in shape about a inch and a half thick he started at the top of my bottom and those strikes really smarted and I gasped but he slowly worked his way down to the fuller part of my bottom cheeks which were more used to being beaten then the tops of my thighs which were sensitive and I began to groan a little.He sensed this and gave me some good whacks to the. You hear the girls at school call it a clit, although in your health class it was called a clitoris. You loved the way it felt and you backed up to your bed and touched the foot board.It had two bed knobs, one on each side, each came to a small round oval, with a tiny knob on the end. This night you pressed against it, the little knob sliding between your ass cheeks as your finger rubbed away on your ‘special spot’. You moved your hips and the knob touched your pussy. You pushed back and let it. "So, number seventeen, Allenby," Major Foulkes called at length, "The whore has identified you and you are found guilty as charged, are you wed Allenby?" he asked."No sir," I agreed."Then it is quite straightforward, Padre, wed them if you please." Major Foulkes requested."Don't be a blithering idiot, enlisted men don't wed!" the Colonel insisted, "No put Allenby in charge and sign her up as regimental whore." Sir?" Foulkes queried."Regimental whore, regimental regulations," The Colonel cried..