"She's doing way better." Come ready to play tomorrow. It'll be your job to push her around ashard as you can." Can I push you around?" You can TRY, i... you can catch me."Fat chance of that. I don't know why it is, but she seems kinda ... sad."You okay, Patty?" Sure, fine ... why not?" Don't know, you just don't act fine."She sighs. "Had a fight with my Mom. We're not talking right now." Hah, wish me and my mom weren't talking. She's all over me about allkinds of shit every day. It's like hand. “That was awesome, hun. You’re a great fuck. But I think you’d better go now. I’ve got to get up early tomorrow to finish an essay, and I need my beauty sleep.” “Aw, babe, can’t I just stay the night?” “Sorry, no, not this time. Here, I’ve found your trousers, and your shirt. Bye, sweetie. You can let yourself out, can’t you? The door’s on the latch.”There were a few rustling sounds as the disgruntled lover, used and discarded, put his clothes back on. Then the door clicked open and then closed. He chuckled against her ear, and she realised she was praying beneath her breath. She would have smacked him if she wasn’t holding on to him so tightly. Without warning he scooped her up in his arms and carried her below deck. She pressed her face against his chest as men leered at her and whistled, fear and something else quivering inside of her. She had never known what it was like to be held by a man. No man had dared kiss her, for fear of her father. And even had she wanted one to, her. "I pay the price for my insolence and I will continue to pay. My gentle husband is learning that his sweet angel needs a firm hand. The switch whistles and lashes into the meaty fullness of my buttocks. It cracks like a gun shot. I realise that I've raised my foot and I'm showing him the bright red bottom of my shoe. For some reason this produces a new wave of shame that washes over me and I'm not sure I'll ever be able to look at him again without blushing.I think it could not be more.