“I said to him, this one is going to hurt, isn’t it sir?” Jen went on, “He said, yes I believe it will and I’m sorry to do this to you.”�...What did you say?” I asked.“I said that it’s not your fault, I was the naughty one and deserve to be beaten,” Jen went on, “I told him that he MUST spank me hard when you punish me! I don’t care whether it’s my cheeks, my breasts or my pussy, you MUST spank hard!”“Did he say anything?” I asked.“Yes Trevor, he said, okay then, get ready because this final one. The idea wasn't a turn-off to her. She had seen some black men at work and they were constantly hitting on her, but she always turned them down. She wasn’t really looking for someone to have an affair with, it just happened, one night, right after the office Christmas party. Her husband had to work that evening, and was unable to attend. He suggested she go anyway. She was glad she did, the party was a blast. She was about to phone home for a ride when one of the black guys, named Phred,. She wanted to take her hand back, but was afraid of angering her captor. He had a gun tucked into the back of his pants that she dared not make a move for.“Twenty,” he said thoughtfully, “so young”. For a moment he remained silent, savoring dark thoughts. “Oh, to be twenty again,” he continued. “You must have a lot of fun, a young good looking girl like you. Do you go out to the clubs much?”“Um… yeah, I guess. Sometimes.”“I’ll bet you do. I’ll bet you wear a nice short dress to show off those. I forced her down on the ratty stinking mattress and ripped the dress from her body. She wore no bra, no hosiery or pantyhose, just a little pink thong which I tore from her body with one tremendous yank.I could tell she was trying to move but couldn't. Her body refused to obey her will. Her arms attempted to move but only trembled. She held her legs together. It was probably the only thing she had any control over at this point. She held them clamped tight, but I had the cure for that. I.