She still has them. Such as? Such as how she told her husband she was ill and would stay home. Not badly ill, no dear, just a little indisposed and he...dachy. You know. No, I don't need to see the doctor. I'll call you later.She remembers light. The sun rising to an almost cloudless sky, shining pink light, then white, on the house, light that flitted into the light interior and reflected off furniture and glass knick-knacks, that filtered into her shower while she prepared herself for her. I was in luv with the idea of being tied, punished hard and used like a fucktoy for his amusement.After a few weeks chatting and feeling comfortable I decided I wanted to make my fantasty a reality. MasterRobert did not seem giddy, just matter of fact said "Of course you want me to use you, you are a weak sissycunt"His words were so true, I am a weak sissy, I belong on my knees worshipping real mens cocks and real men should have total control over what they do with my mouth and ass. Part of. I asked her to bring a satisfactory note from previous owner and meet me in evening and I went to office after asking her again to see me in evening.I was having a bath that evening and someone rang the doorbell. I hurriedly covered myself with towel and opened the door. She was standing there and gave me a smile. Normally I was never shy around women even when semi-nude but that evening I felt the need to cover myself and asked her to enter and make herself comfortable as I finish my bath and. Do you understand?” Without waiting for a reply she said, “For making your secret recording we will give you six strokes of the tawse. Bend over the stool.”I bent over, realising how much was exposed.“Legs either side of the stool,” she commanded and Kate stepped closer with her phone. As I placed my legs around the stool legs Aunty pushed my erection down so it was trapped against the stool seat, pointing straight down.Aunty picked up the tawse, thwack, one stroke across both of my clenched.