Bend over, again.” So I bent over to receive twenty more swats. At fifty swats she said, “That takes care of your fifty swats, now stay bent to ...eceive your extra ten swats of the paddle.”I bent over again and I stayed bent over until the last two swats. They were so painful that I stood up again and rubbed my poor hurting bottom. “Clyde, it seems like you want me to spank you all day. Standing up again will cost you extra ten swats again. Please bend over, again.”So I bent over the chair. Its not random were are very discriminating. I watched as 25 people were unloaded on to the dock. The wardens and thralls as we called them, were quick to line up our victims, brandishing cattle prods, and hand guns.I hated this part, one person was always chosen as an example, even before unloading to demonstrate our resolve. This time it was a man about 30. A warden demanded he strip off all his clothes, when he protested as the first one almost always does, he is zapped by a cattle prod.. I tell him not really, I'm used to heels, but he ignores my rebuttal and takes one foot in his hand, removes my shoe, and starts to massage the arch of my foot gently, but firmly. I feel a little dizzy because I'm not quite sure what is happening, but god it feels gooooood. He tells me to give him my other foot and places the one he was working on in his lap. On his hardening cock. My toes curl instinctively around the bulge in his pants while his fingers echo the circles I am tracing with my. So I hope you all enjoy!)It was a rainy, miserably dreary day in Grenville. It was also a Monday, so perhaps nature was just expressing its dislike for Mondays too. Grenville High was crowded with kids, as usual, loitering in the halls or starting to wander off to their classes. When the five minute bell rang, they all began to move at last. Yet, running late, one boy slipped in the front doors of the school muttering a few choice words to himself when he heard a familiar voice call out to.