If you do this, you can NEVER breathe a word of it to ANYONE! If you do..." ... Uncle Gary will wind up in prison." Felicia finished for her, "I know!... Perhaps you don't know," Patricia continued, "that your mother could lose custody of you and you would wind up in foster care until you're eighteen."Felicia, for a change, was silent."Look, Felicia," I said, "I'd take it as a personal favor. I don't really want to be somebody's girlfriend in San Quentin at my age, okay?"Felicia gave me a wicked. . she pushed me on my back, and proceeded to force spread my legs wide open over the sides of the narrow desk, leaving my knees bent and the legs dangling free over the side edges of the desk in a perfect spread-eagle position. She ordered me to put my arms way up, straight over my head and ordered me to close my eyes so threat of further punishment... She then slid her hands up my inner thighs and under my shorts, pulled the thin and wet cotton lining over to the side, positioning my semi. Nothing is said as we enter the punishment room as he sets about helping me up onto the bench and fastening the restraints. I blush with embarrassment as the cool air and padded bench on my skin makes my nipples harden plus the absolute vulnerable helpless feeling I get as he fastens my legs wide apart. He continues with the restraints until I cannot move at all, then selecting the heavy spanking strap he simply says, are you ready Jennifer. I speak for the first time since arriving and just. In front of the bed stood a lap-dancing pole, shiny grey- and sparkling elegantly. As unusual as a pole in a hotel room might have seemed, this room was not any old room. It had an essence of a sexual playground. Soft cheesy music was playing, as if taken from a porn movie. Not surprisingly, anyone in the room would be left with images of people fucking erotically.Further back from the bed was a spot where the dim light barely reached. A man wearing a business suit sat on a formal chair, as if.