A stinging pain against my bottom, and the deafening crack of something smacking against my perky ass. The flesh jiggles slightly, and I cry out in su...prise and mixed pain. Crack! Again on the other cheek it echoes out, leaving what I'm sure was a distinct mark of the paddle. "Hello?" I call out, though no one answers. My back arched, and I'ma aware of the cool breeze again. My nipples are pressed out from my breasts, hard as tiny diamonds. I swallow and try to speak again as strong, muscular. She would tire of itsoon, I concluded, returning back to the sofa and relieving myself of myshorts and pants, just in time for Ten and Out - the game show I'd becomemildly addicted to in the vacuum of my meaningless days.I'd put the game from my mind by the next morning, at least until Ameliaarrived very late to the breakfast table, her hair messy and her uniformhanging awkwardly and carelessly on her lanky frame, snatching the lastpiece of toast from my approaching hand as she climbed onto the. I even passed two older women, out for their morning walk, who called me a slut and a whore right to my face, making me blush deeply from the humiliation. Even after having such a nice weekend with my kids, I was an emotional wreck by the time that I arrived at Sheila’s house at 8:00.“Where have you been?” Sheila snapped at me.“Y-you didn’t give me a time to be back here,” I sniffled.SMACK! Sounded the crack of Sheila’s hand slapping my face.“I don’t want to hear you crying, number one, and. "None, ma'am," she replied."You said that your last relationship as a slave did not work out. Why not? What ended your last relationship as a slave? Was it that your mistress went too far?" Becky asked."No ma'am, it was quite the opposite," Christine said."What do you mean?" asked Becky."My master didn't treat me like a slave. He asked what I wanted. He was gentle a lot of the time. Actually, he was very much like your master is with you. He was domineering sometimes, but he let me get away.