"Not really," he replied.The man’s face turned red. "If you were my kid…." What?" Tim yelled back. "What would you do if I were your kid? Come on,...tell me." I’d take you home right now and spank the daylights out of you," the man said."At my age?" Tim asked."How old are you?" The man asked, "about 25 or so?" No, I’m 22." Tell me this then kid, your parents ever spank you?" No," answered Tim."Never, not even once?" asked the man."Nope, they didn’t believe in it." Well I can tell," said the man,. Therealways had been. Georgina returned with the drinks, I took the oneoffered to me and took a gulp. Again she said, "Well?" I'll have to think about it."What an excuse. This was a delaying tactic on my part, and she knew it.So she started to tighten the screw. "Look, I'll make this as plain as Ican. I want to see you as a woman, part time, full time, whatever youwant, with me as your friend and hopefully someday, your lover. I wantto see you wearing nice lingerie, in skirts or dresses, in. No inhibitions. When they're tied to the bed and blindfolded, they can enjoy and indulge — since they have no choice, they feel no guilt," he continued."They are helpless and can't fight back?" Very much like that. Maybe the other part is the uncertainty of pain or pleasure — not knowing whether they will next feel the feathers or the whip — and not really knowing for sure which one they really want." Feathers?" I have a soft feather brush. It tickles at first, then becomes unbearably erotic. The young man held no notes, causing Father Tom some worry for the ceremony. These people were watching Father Tom's showmanship, and he wanted to do a good job for them all, as well as the bereaved."Ladies and gentlemen, soldiers and sailors," the young man began. "I'm sorry as hell to be here today, under these circumstances. Deb, Admiral, Barbara, Gunny, Lenore," he spoke to each of the persons he'd named in turn, though his words had been amplified for the audience. "You know what a fine.