I could feel a breeze on my wetand puffy cunt lips as they moved into place.Then the gray eyed man began to beat me. He beat me slowly, pausingbetween...each brutal crack of the belt. He continued for a long timegiving each of my ass cheeks at least 100 stokes. There was no hurry, sohe did not rush the punishment. He aimed the blows carefully so thatthey fell parallel to the crack of my ass, now reduced to a shallowgroove by the wide spread of my legs and thighs. As the beatingprogressed, some of. 2. Body worshipBoth Rachel and Derek looked at each other after the reading was done."That wasn't difficult at all. This is a good starting point and weshould continue to refine and fine tune our list depending on what isrealistically possible and what is not possible," Rachel said."I agree. I am sorry that I expected so much of you," Derek said."Hey, there's nothing wrong with that. Like I said, this is just thefirst iteration of what we both envision our dynamic would be like.And it was bound. There's noway you were ever a guy."I frowned deeply, "Sorry, I was just joking." She was right. Therewasn't even a fraction of Darren Lawrence left in me. Was I destined tobecome Abeille again?*Clack*. *Clack*. *Clack*.Alyssa looked at me crossly, "That was mean, Abby. You took somethingI've never told anyone but doctors in private rooms, and you make thisbig story about it. Why'd you do it? I thought we were friends. I mean-I never say anything about your weight or anything. Like even. By Nabiky Frank had had a bad day, a very bad day.**** "And while you're at it, remember the sugar this time, you moron" Mrs. Mortensen shouted angrily after her husband.Annie Mortensen had quite a morning temper, especially if there were no sugar to available for her morning tea. Still, Frank Mortensen thought Annie had been a bit angrier the last few months, like she wished him dead or something similar. Frank shrugged the thought off. She loved him deep down, he just knew that. Frank decided.