“You come here believing that you can stop me? I wish to have you at my side like your mother once was, but have I been mistaken? Will I have to bre...k your will too? Will I have to chain you as I have her?”“I am powerful,” Penelope answers, her eyes burning hard at him. “I will defeat you.”“Will you?”“I would not have come here if I didn’t believe I could,” she confirms. For the first time the girl doe believe she could pull off a defeat. This isn’t a bluff like Hazel had taught her to do. This. She had chosen a nice spot , just on the curve of a bubbling stream, back up against a sturdy tree pad and pencils to hand just in case she got the urge to sketch the scene before her, at the moment though her mind was full of different urges and try as she might she didn't think she could quell them for much longer.It had been six months since her last sexual encounter, and she missed it with every fibre of her being, she missed the smell of a male body, she missed the warmth when she got. She could hear her Mistress counting underher breathe, 11, 12, 13, 14, and Diana felt her bottom warming upas her Mistress got closer to 15. At smack 15 the blows became alittle harder, increasing slowly, about every four or five slapsof the paddle , so by the time her Mistress reached the count of25 the slaps were harsh and hurting. Diana's excitement wasincreasing. Then Mistress Nancy said, "You have been a bad, badlittle girl. I will not tolerate that, nor will your Master." This excited. I felt like a complete loser with nothing to offer to the world, especially to a woman. Shelly had told me that I was useless in bed. But to me, and I guess to any guy, that translated to being useless period. My bartender was a guy named Matt. He was a small man, maybe an inch or two shorter than my 5’8.At first, he patiently listened to my tale of woe, which was very helpful. However, he stopped being helpful when he went from being a listener to being an advisor. He said that guys like us.