?I want you to come in,? she told him. He trailed obediently behind her, following her through the kitchen and in to the living room. ?I’m s...re you know what tomorrow is,? she asked, settling into a chair. He stood in front of her. ?Yes, Ms Jensen,? he said quietly. ?Tell me.? ?It’s the eighteen year old round up,? Troy said flatly. ?And, what is the round up?? ?It’s where all of the eighteen year old males are, well, rounded up.....? ?You know more than that.. Stage two. Don’t argue!’ Then with a giggle she shut the door and was gone. Michael spent the day just enjoying the afternoon. He had no practice today and his only class was already over, he had slept through it, so he just relaxed at Bree’s apartment. Her living room was huge. She had a single large leather couch and a leather chair that looked big and comfortable. The far wall between a pair of framed and signs Cowboy’s jerseys was a large LCD flatscreen TV. ‘I think I love this girl.’ He. "Now dear, we shall discipline you." and a whip came down across my tits leaving red marks. "Oh, damn, that hurt" I yelled. "Gag the slave Michael." He did and tied it good so I could not really yell. Then the whip came down again and hit my nipples drawing blood this time. She moved around my body even aiming between my legs while one of her sons held my pussy lips apart and hit the clit several times making me jump and at the same time arousing me again. She stopped and said, "Okay, now fuck. “Yes Mistress,” I replied quickly knowing it would please her. “Good, I wouldn’t want to have to punish you.” She slapped the crop down hard on the back of my thigh, white hot pain and lust shot through me making my pussy muscles clench. I knew she would never harm me, hurt me and use me yes, but never harm. “I want you to count for me and thank me for each one.” “Yes Mistress.” I loved this, the warming up, the foreplay. The crop came down hard again, this time on my back. The pain and lust.