The note was short and to the point: ‘You don’t even know who I am. You left me a long time ago. So, what do you care if I go’.I was both surpri...ed and not surprised that she left. The last six to eight months have been like living in an icebox as far as affection went. But the place was a furnace as far as arguments went.My name is Roger English. I went through high school with Kimberley (Kim) Graceson being a year behind me. We dated a few times, but I knew I was headed to the Army, so I kept. She was proud of her body. She just didn't like to show it off as some of the girls on campus. Why wear skin tight shorts that rode up your ass when you can be comfortable?She wore a pair of old flip flops and just as she was to cross the street into the park the band on her left foot snapped. Fuck, why did it have to happen now, she thought? She had been looking forward to a much longer walk. She picked up the broken flip flop and took off the other. She dumped both of them in a trash can. No one else has taken me to that high - no one else knows my soul like he does. I know the punishment is going to hurt, I know that I deserve it, I know I want it!Sir starts with his hand - the sting is immediate. These aren't playful smacks, these are definitely punishment and I will be feeling these for a while. Next is the paddle. I hear the swish right before I feel the wood smacking my ass cheek. Over and over alternating side to side. The pain is getting unbearable when Sir stops. He. . I’m so sorry, Master . . . but . . . I . . . I’m s-so . . . frightened ...” Two more smacks. “Silence, girl!” Belle gritted her teeth and endured the examination. “Not bad at all,” she heard Kemal saying, almost to himself. “Good quarters ... fine long thighs ... nice high, firm tits. I reckon we’ll make a first-rate Pony out of you.” The hand squeezed Belle’s buttocks. “Good bottom, too. That’ll look well in motion.” Belle shuddered uncontrollably and a sob burst from her. Kemal appeared.