After twenty stinging lashes my naked buttocks were a red-hot network of pain. My ribcage and abdomen were also sporting some angry red marks from the...riding crop. There were also two or three whip marks across my beautiful naked thighs. ‘Please, no more!’ I begged as my naked body throbbed with pain and tears rolled down my face with unrestricted abandon. ‘I can’t take any more!’ ‘Oh, you can’t?’ the warden asked. Her tone was conversational, as if we were just having a normal discussion on. I met a man who knew my mother, he and she were once lovers, and every time we fucked I would ask for comparisons, he liked that, a daughter outdoing her mother, a women who's clothing and sexual habits bordered on nymphomania, started my own lusting and longings, how else would I compare myself?There were times and gentlemen who needed more encouragement and Susan had a penchant, that surprised me.She had become pregnant at 16, her father was her lover, and when the baby was born, it was. More than that, now that he looked closer at his face, henoticed that his rough features seemed to have softened. Sebastian'sthin lips had plumped slightly and took on a pinkish hue. Hischeekbones were higher and his nose was smaller than normal. Peter puthis head back down and worried that this was more than just sickness.However, the next morning brought Peter's fears to light. He realizedthat the swelling in Sebastian's chest wasn't inflammation; they werebreasts. Peter carefully opened. Right here, her dress and legs up in air." I replied feeling good from the couple of drinks I gulped down. There was not anything on the desk except for a computer monitor. The woman got on the desk on her back and laid back and then sat back up, her legs spread. I got a good eye full of her panties. "There is not much room to move around here." She said. "Well, the guy was standing here." I said as I moved in between her legs. "Oh I get it." She said. We went back to our tables and she drank.