There would be time later for tears. On her way back home, as she drove by the ocean, she needed to visit that special place on the beach that she ha... avoided for far too long. Maybe it was time to open her abyss and again cherish those moments that she had never shared with another person in her life. The drive wasn’t long and soon she was pulling into the parking spot secluded on the far end of the beach. It was beautiful, secluded, and just what she needed. She lifted her beach chair and. ..what’s the word? Well, like an asshole.”I raised a brow again. “And what exactly is it that you want, Officer Bradley?”He seemed to shudder slightly, then stepped as close to me as he possibly could without melding his body to mine. With a wolfish, heart-stopping grin he said, “I want you to call me that while I’m fucking you up against this wall here.” And with that he placed each of his palms on the wall on either side of my head and I realized I was trapped. And I didn’t mind a damn bit.. " And ultimately, those consequences are rewards, aren't they, dear?" Oh, yes, Sir. I do like it when you are very harsh with me." I know you do. You are a good girl, after all." Thank you, Sir."With that, negotiations were complete. I knew where her limits lay, she knew what I was capable of doing to her. Our safeword system had been in place for months. Now, it was time for play.I began by strapping her wrists into a pair of leather cuffs with D-rings attached, and hooking them to a. Some of the boys at school are hateful and have said "Turner your crazy sister is hot, I'd fuck the little nut job." That is usually the start of a fist fight. Most guys in high school won't fight me now. We don't have a lot of money for karate lessons or things like that. I was at a garage sale and picked up an old paperback book on fist fighting. I don't have money for lessons but I do have time to study and devoted practice to it every day. I practiced hard then joined a local Boxing Club.