“You turned 17 a couple of weeks ago. A bit old to be late with your work. This time, Bobby, to increase your punishment you’ll be naked and I’m...going to go on with the spanking until I’m convinced you’re crying for real—no faking. If you act like a little boy, I’ll treat you like one. When you act your age, I’ll treat you like a big boy. Are you ready to take your punishment now?” “Yes, Miss Janine. I’m sorry for not turning in my homework and I’ll bring it tomorrow.” “Good, Bobby.” I tossed. I was quite disappointed and puzzled but just assumed it was her cultural background. (The truth will come out later on.)Then one day we somehow talked about our relationship and sex. I was surprised that she seemed quite ignorant. I guess sex education was not given where she was. So I put her hand on my pants feeling my hard cock. She seemed puzzled so I asked 'would you like to see?' She nodded so I looked around and saw nobody around. I stood up, unzipped and pulled my cock out in. At the end of the brass concert the reward for the wind player squirts out of the groove at the tip of the acorn, and she is swallowed hard. So: Blaser = woman willing to blow, whose (by no means not exclusive or primary) sexual preference lies in the oral satisfaction of the male cock, including swallowing sperm.Speaking of swallowing, the instrument must also be swallowed whole and in full, everything else is against the rules of the game. And that's where we got to the Crux. Almost all women. With deft movements, she releases the collar and as she does so, a crushing sense of disappointment seizes me. To be freed from the collar is not liberation. I feel it as a rejection.She hands me the collar, the crop, and the key to the trunk, brisk now.“Put these back in the trunk and get dressed.”She rises, smoothing her skirt, and adjusting her hair.As I dress she goes to a drawer and takes a folder from it. I know what it is. It’s my signed copy of the agreement I signed a lifetime ago.From.