Crack. Sere could tell her ass was red. The heat from it could have warmed the entire house for the winter. Crack. Crack. Each strike wore away a lit...le more resistance. When the pain would ebb, she could feel that she was changed and changing still. Crack. Crack. Crack. ‘You are fucking, Markus, Sere. I know it because you are your mother’s daughter and your mother is a corrupting slut.’ She could feel her pussy cream at the words and the belt and it was harder and harder to think of anything. This time they needed to be winter clothes. It was the 14th of November and fall was showing the coming winter chill early.The mall experience was better this time. It was packed with people hoping to get an edge on the Christmas rush. Security was very heavy - both outside on the parking lots and in the mall. I even noticed tag scanners at the parking lot entrances.Sunday evening we made a big supper; the full spread. With all the training going on for the next three weeks, good meals would. Thelisting of 2005 as my start point is incorrect. I posted my first storyhere in 1998. A fact now that seems to be lost in the mists of time.It's no big deal but in looking at the calendar I've been at this for 20years and counting now! It is a nice break of sorts to turn away frommy real "professional" writing and write something fun, and twisted, andin a fetish line I blush to admit I enjoy to the core!Possible Contest For Writers:Another interesting note: I've been called "The best. She once again felt frozen in place as her body forced the large mess into her pull-up. By the time it was done spreading across her bottom, she felt the familiar warmth between her legs as her bladder gave out as well, soaking her now messy pull-up.Unsure of what to do, she simply stood there in front of the toilet, almost stunned at what had just happened. She could feel the mess causing her pull-up to droop in the back and the humiliating smell hit her soon afterward. How could she hide.