He pushes me ahead of him a few times during the journey, grabs my breasts through the wet fabric of my dress and kneads them in his large hands. I ca... feel his erection through his shorts. My knees get weak from the mere feeling of it. I slip on the muddy path crossing the wet bushes and my sandals eventually get stuck and slip off my feet.He forces me to climb over the fence, repeating that we need to get on the hill behind the house, under the giant linden tree where he can best feel the. Steve called me at about 8 o'clock, waking me up, and asked to take me out to a club he knew that evening. I don't normally party on Sundays because of work the next day. But as I stated at the beginning of my narrative, I was bored out of my skull with my life, so I agreed with his suggestion instantly.The club he took me to that evening was the strangest place I'd ever seen. As his clothing had indicated when I first met Steve, he turned out to be a Goth in both lifestyle and inclination. I'd. A loud scream filled the theatre, amplified by the microphone. “One”, Kimberly whispered into the microphone. Again, the cane came down. Another scream. “Two.” Kimberley later did not know how she had managed to get through all 20 strokes. But she did. Her bottom was covered in red stripes, purple stripes. She was unstrapped, made to stand up. The punishment horse had two horizontal bars that could be pulled out at the top of the contraption, and these were now extended. Her hands were shackles. " Or on our couches. Or standing up in our shower stalls. Or on theirknees, doggy-style in the canteen, or..."M interrupted me this time."Yes, granted," he said, his eyes scanning back and forth across an openfile folder, the pages on letterhead I?d never seen before."The base Commander was particularly impressed with the depth of yoursquad?s initiative."I was slightly surprised by that. My few interactions with the regular-army Colonel over the last two months had led me to believe we.