She was short, pretty, and a little curvy. She had shoulder-length blonde hair, and wore these red rimmed glasses. She looked a lot younger than the l...te forties she is.It seemed like Mrs. T worked all the time. But Jimmy and I never used that as an excuse to do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. She always seemed to know what we were up to. Even if we didn’t tell her directly, she’d find out.Over time, I started to take a notice to her a little more often. And as Jimmy and I got older.. I promise he will be even more attentive in the future. If and when I allow him to pleasure you again that is."The DM turns his back and the door slowly closes as if on its own. *Click* You are left staring at the door, imagining the degradation matthew is suffering within, caught between feelings of guilt knowing that it is down to you, and frustration at not being allowed to watch, even now you know what the punishment is to be.Mistress Stana calls to you, breaking the spell."Come here sub!. ”Willa looked at her sister with a curious look, and looked out the door too. She fell to her knees and joined her sister as she prayed and gave thanks their prayers had been answered.“Hello the house, anyone around?” Tom said loudly.The sisters jumped up and started brushing the hay and manure off their pants and combing their fingers down through their long straight hair to get the tangles out before they went out to meet the visitors.Mrs. Yancey was on the back porch of the house and heard. Marshall will use me or not. It is so frustrating. If at least Paul could see me being whipped, it would at least count for something. I strangle a sob. I lift my eyes and Parker stands in front of me.In his hands, the whip.Oh my God! It is been a long time since he's used the whip. Hanging from the beam, spread eagled, I tremble, and I start crying. I cannot contain my tears. The anticipation, the fear, the tension of these past few days, since Paul told me "You have an appointment with Mr..