“Well maybe later after we have been shopping, you head down to the beech for a few hours and relax Tim, ok?” said grandpa with a smile. ... The beech was literally a 3 minute walk from the back garden of my grandparents house, it was a naturist beech as that’s how all the family like to be as often as possible so the house could not be better situated. I found myself a nice sheltered area, lay my towel down and my bag, looked out to sea and stretched, then. The strap was a cleaner instrument as she had no need to see welts this early, and the punishment was more a teaching of which he had forgotten the day he ran off. She picked up the strap and walked back to his side and once again she run her hand over his back, and could feel that he was still good for more punishment. She lifted the strap up and it was hurting her to hurt him and she couldn’t understand why? He was out of her life and out of my mind, or was she trying to convince herself.. ... I was lucky enough to live only 25 miles from the gay capitol of Britain and working near by as well gave me lots of opportunities to check out the scene and to see what's happening in the bars, clubs, beaches, toilets, and alleyways without being on the scene myself, I sometimes drove my car there on week nights and take a nice walk along the coastal paths and sit myself on the beach near the two piers, I would just sit there and watch all the gay activity going on under the pier, I worked. ” He looked very serious. Vixen stood and turned toward the door. “Do you really want your father to go to jail for the rest of his life? Do you want to forfeit that fat bank account and your nice, red car?” She sat back down and stripped off her sweater and dropped it on the floor. Her nipples were hard and pointed upward, quivering. She was both angry and frightened. She tossed back her curly hair and waited, gritting her teeth while the professor looked up her and down and smiled. Except for.