“You don’t think of it as abuse then, like you said before?”“No. I want - no, let me correct myself - I need to be spanked,” she elaborated....��Well, we should probably talk about how that works,” he said.“Doesn’t it work like this?” she asked.“Yes, but you’ve still got your clothes on. For a real spanking, you’d have to be naked.”“Do you want me to get naked?”“If you want a real spanking, you’ll need to. And you’ll also have no control over how many swats you get. As the person spanking you,. Jacques also made his nightly visits. On the second night he did indeed give the code word and had Emily provide fellatio. He thereby reduced her lashes to nineteen. the next night it was her nest he took and the lashes dropped to eighteen. On the third night he took her anus and the number dropped to seventeen. And so it went, alternating in which orifice she would pleasure him and reducing the number of lashes, then lovingly putting her to bed.Emily's body began to respond to the conditioning. The man was perfect! No more than five foot seven with shoulder's stooped by hours of soul-crushing office labor. The mark's dishwater blonde hair hung in lank waves over his skull. His eyes held the sunken look of an office flunky but there, just barely, had the snap, the fire of one last good throw down. His eyes scanned the mark's cheap suit, undoubtedly the best he could buy as a bottom-of-the-heap accountant or whatever the fuck he was.He sighed deeply; this was exactly what he needed. He. She wasn’t much older than our daughter.My husband stood next to her acting as silly as any teenage boy at a high school dance. He wasn’t even trying to hide his stare as he looked down the front of her dress. Her boobs stuck out so far I knew he couldn’t possibly see if she wore shoes or not. It probably didn’t matter much since he was too busy lusting after her young girl body. He wasn’t the only guy who found her new and different. He wasn’t the only guy who wanted to be warmed by the glow.