At her office wearing wool against her skin, Amanda was in a state of constant torment. The sweater which she wore effectively hid the absence of a br... underneath, but it rubbed against her breasts and kept her nipples in a painfully rigid state. Adding to her torment was the wool skirt, which tickled her belly and irritated her thighs and buttock while she tried to maintain the proper decorum when seated at her desk. Upon returning home, she was more than ready to shed her clothes and spend. “Would you have your son grow up without his father?” Marguerite asked, her hand rubbing on her abdomen. Jean hesitated, the import of his wife’s words sinking in.“You are with child?” Jean asked, sounding shocked.Marguerite nodded. “I am, and I know it is a boy.”“I see. How do you know it is mine?” Jean asked bitterly. “How do you know it is not Le Gris’ bastard in your belly?”“I am too far along for it to be his,” Marguerite explained. “You don’t remember? The night before you left for Paris,. He will have his own private room we also tell him that the girls and boys with white bands on he will not fuck they are virgins. We also tell him that once he has completed training he will get his choice of apartments but he will have to buy his own car and food. I tell him that we believe in taking care of our people, but if you betray us we will not bat an eye at killing him. He was also informed that he may be trained for other things in the future. Mistress Ann- I tell Eric to meet me in. " Not before your punishment! I want you naked and in the living room. NOW!"Paul quickly undressed and stood in the living room naked.Helen had a pair of leather cuffs she liked to use. She cuffed his handsbehind his back."Bend over!"Paul obeyed. Helen approached his naked ass with a leather paddle in herhand.WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The room was filled with the sound of thepaddle against Paul's bare ass.WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!"How does that feel, wimp?"Paul quickly replied."It.