They strike at any time, not simply in the morning after a happy night of drinking. Creeping up silently, the pain starts small but grows exponentiall..., exploding like a grenade in your head. The blast force set’s your world spinning in unpredictable ways. Light turns brighter, darkness gets darker, and everything in-between dissolves into a murky blend. Your vision fractures into a thousand subsets of itself so it is impossible to even look in the mirror and check if mayhap there really is a. I had been five feet eight inchestall back home at the time, but only about four feet and an inch when Iarrived in the other dimension. All around me had been giants in theform of the Amazons! Even my parents felt like kids in comparison tothem. My dad had been alone amongst us in remaining a height that couldbe considered an 'in-betweener' according to our guide. The guides hadimmediately assured us that they would make certain we were not'poached' if we remained with the group. We were. I might block him a time or two, but sooner or later he'd always manage to touch me right there. I kept playing the game long after I was secretly rooting for him to succeed.Finally, I gave up pretending. Eddie was darting his hand around without much success one afternoon. I caught him by the wrist and then, instead of hanging on to it or slapping it down somewhere, I just held him for a moment until he looked at me and then guided his hand right to my mound. I rocked it up and down a couple. Later she sent me a cartoon showing a voluptuous young woman bent over a whipping bench. I pointed out to her that I could easily make such a bench.I'm not that big a fan of corporal punishment. Spanking or whipping, causing physical pain, those things don't appeal to me as much as humiliation and mental anguish. The idea of a damsel in distress appeals to me.But corporal punishment seems to excite her and I won't mind getting my hands on that beautiful ass and seeing how she reacts when it.