Still, I did have a little stiffy, and I was blushing all the way down to my bellybutton. It is a wonder that I didn't faint, with my blood being used...so extravagantly elsewhere than my brain. I can only attribute it to my elevated bloodpressure.Early the next morning, (It is always wise to get up early when you are on the streets, it reduces your likelyhood of getting caught out, nothing puts you at such a disadvantage as being prone and wrapped in a blanket or sleepingbag during a. Nancy wants to run, she wants to put as much distance between herself and that… That thing as she can but, ‘is that my son?’ she continuously repeats in her mind, trying to reason it out with her muscles frozen and her eyes locked on the horrible scene of that… That thing that couldn’t be her son, her son couldn’t do that to anyone, and so it couldn’t be her loving and quiet son. Before thinking she throws herself at the ‘thing’ and lands hard against its solid shaggy body and begins to beat. After a while, Mistress Mary said, “Now stand up and follow me to your next part of your spanking.” She led me over to a piece of furniture that looked like a padded sawhorse in the middle. On the sides, there was wood to put your knees and arms on. “I expect you to climb upon or bend over any piece of furniture I direct you to. I will only use restraints if I have to. So get yourself over this with an arm and leg on each side.” “Yes, Mistress.” This kept my poor bottom raised up high and my. ’ I said. ‘But she’s also very good at keeping secrets, and she didn’t tell me a thing except that she had an exhausting evening herself. What happened with y’all stays with y’all, and I don’t wanna know the details.’ I had no idea just what secrets my wife and my partner were keeping from me, and in not knowing what I didn’t know, I’d made a remark Cindy thought was unintentionally funny. But after a brief smile, she turned serious. ‘Well, that’s not what I came to talk about.’ said Cindy,.