Again I moaned and arched under the pain of the stroke. I'dnever been whipped before. Mandy was right, my skin was totallyunmarked. This was pain like...I'd never had. Even if Mandy had told meshe was going to whip me I would not have expected such a hard, brutal,painful whipping.Then she gave me another stroke, right between the first two. Anotherblinding line of pain across my bottom cheeks made me writhe and moanmore. I heard Mandy laugh as she watched me continue to wriggle in painfor what. .mmmmmmm she's having a shower. Now she spends 20 minutes to half hour under the shower, excellent time for some peeping.I went up the stairs quietly, the bathroom door was wide open and she was happily washing her hair, i could tell by the sound of the shampoo hitting the bath, my chance for a peep, i carefully pulled back on end of the curtain there she was washing her hair, eyes closed, and massaging her head. Her nipples were erect and jutting from her gorgeous boobs, they were still pert. I plugged it in and poured a long vodka and sat and stewed on the sofa without eating or changing clothes. Self loathing, self pity and alcohol put me to sleep in a position that would surly cause me a sore back in the morning, had I not been awakened by the ringing of the phone. It was midnight.December 16, 2014"Hello!"At the other end of the phone was crying, sobbing, but I could tell it was Kettie."Kettie! Where are you?" I'm so sorry for what I've put you through." She said between her sobs. He says to T-Dog:“Hey b*o, look what I found in the other room! I was thinking we could put this to some good use, what do ya think?”T-Dog and the big guy both laughed in agreement. T-Dog pointed at the recliner in the living room and signaled the big guy to put Joe in it. He pushed Joe down into the chair with authority and Joe looked at me and said:“Honey, I know you’re scared but you need to do as they say.”T-Dog spoke up:“Yeah, that’s fucking right! You fight us, and who knows what.