I let it fall to the floor, the evidence of his erection in full view. I circle him, taking in his manly form. His back is scarred from a lifetime of ...hippings. I cringe as my fingertips trace each welt, causing him to shiver. For the first moment ever, I think about the pain he has endured … and feel empathy.As I move back around, I lift my face up, inviting him to kiss me. Seeming somewhat uncertain, he lowers his lips to mine. His full lips graze mine with the softest of kisses. Pulling. Then imagine yourlittle sister laughing through the wall, knowing fully well that you'renow wearing bedclothes she herself had been wearing in the last fewweeks, even though she's a 10 year old girl, and you're an 18 year oldman.You might think you can imagine it. Might even think you've experiencedsomething in your life to match it. But you can't. And you haven't. Trustme.I had hoped that maybe, upon realising she had lost her temper, Mum wouldlet me off the punishment after just one night,. ‘Yes mistress’ I breathlessly reply. After unlocking my cuffs and the spreader bar, you send me to the bedroom to repair my makeup. ‘You may also use the toilet if you need to but don’t touch yourself or make yourself cum or you will be sorry,’ you say. I am tempted as I am starting to enjoy the punishment but do not as I need to comply with you will. On returning, I find you lounging on the couch with a glass of wine. A hard wooden chair with a cane seat is pulled up facing you about a yard. He laughed, "That's my toy, for watching football. It's almost like being there."Deanne asked Caryn, "Are you going to be okay?" She nodded. "Then I'll be going. I have the keys to their house so if she needs anything, let me know." He saw her out the door. By her car, Deanne stood for a moment. "Look, I know it might be a bit uncomfortable with her being a teenage girl. If anything weird or unusual comes up, call me. Even at home; you have my number." He nodded. Deanne hugged him, "You are one.