.. you belong to Him... submit...whatever He wants He can have... submit... I find myself drifting, relaxing into the spanking and i start to relish a...d look forward the next burst of pain. Then it stops. I don't know how long it lasted, but it was over. He was rubbing my bare red bottom. Soothing it with his hands cooing at me "that's a good girl, you are such a good girl for Daddy. You make Daddy so happy, baby." Then he dips His fingers into my moist cunt."You are wet again, princess,. We wandered around, bought snacks from street vendors and finally stopped at a tiny outdoor café to have a cold Kirin beer. One of the sights I never tire of seeing is the Japanese teenagers on parade dressed in outrageous, colorful clothing and hairstyles. In a culture that revolves around conformity to a dull, drab code, this youthful display was a delight. On each visit, it seemed to me they got crazier, piercing or tattooing every possible inch of skin. The passing show fascinated Sasha.. ..hurry up...' As I stepped into the bath, Omagelia, was already in the shower and was soaping his self. As I entered his back was turned to me so I preceded to soap myself, the shower stall was large enough to accommodate the two of very nicely. We could maneuver without touching each other, which we did with great skill. As we rinsed off I felt something brush against my thigh, I stepped away and glanced down to see the biggest penis I've ever seen standing out like a mighty sword. I raised. I shall start from the beginning. So there I was, having the most wonderful lie in on a monday morning, practising my perfected art of preventing monday morning blues, by turning them into tuesday morning blues (ie, mondays equal lie ins, tuesday equal start of the weeks work…or rather the three days of it) when I got rudely awoken. Don’t get me wrong, it was about half eleven, and lazy old me should have been getting up, but there was this dream I was having….but that’s not what this is about..