My nipples throb and brush against the bedclothes, which only adds to the intense feeling.Suddenly, I remember that story he wrote for me after seeing...this excuse of a skirt for the first time; as it happens, I now find myself in the same position, lying face down on the (wrong) bed with nothing but this scanty outfit. His words start to unfold in my head.His right hand on the small of my back, urging me onto the bed. His left hand caressing my bum before his fingers search out my wet spot,. .my daughter Natalie!" Oh God! I'm terribly sorry my dear, I thought you were Audrey!" That's okay Carol, Natalie and I were just shopping, nosing around forgood buys." Well listen" Carol said a bit gaily, " There's a mixer tonight at thechurch, why don't the two of you come? They'll have a band, and there'salways plenty of young men around, so Natalie won't fee lost while usolder folks meet and talk. I hate to mention it dear, but you have beensingle for quite a while now, and maybe it's time. And with every minute they grew closer, the sound of metal banging against metal grew louder, as did the alien clicks and shrieks of an azlu, and the roars of a man.“Fuck you!” a voice yelled out in the dark. Banging metal followed, loud, heavy, and with more than enough impact for Damien to feel it. Closer, it only got worse, with more metal crashing against other metal, and vibrations so powerful they had Damien’s brain rattling in his skull. It was like an intermittent earthquake that came. A second later, I heard the swooshing noise of the cane and then felt a searing, burning line across my ass, making me scream, my eyes screwed shut. After a moment, the cane flew through the air again, followed by another searing pain stripe on my ass. I have no idea how long he caned me or how many strokes I got. My mind went strangely blank in a way that's become so familiar to me since then. He must have stopped but I don't remember. I remember the sensations slowly coming back to my.