I will not be late again." Good. I love you Daphne. I'm sorry I had to spank you. Now, off to bed"Daphne gingerly pulled on her panties, gathered her ...lothes and went up stairs to her bedroom.As she was changing into a shortie nightie, she looked at her bottom in the mirror. Her cheeks were blushed crimson, beneath the deeper red of the welts left by the cane. She knew that it would hurt to sit down the next day.As she rubbed her sore punished buttocks, she started to have the strange hot. . and I know why I probably have these feelings. It all began with Bess, an old girlfriend in college. On our second date, she more or less TOLD me that she wanted to have sex. I’d never done it before ... and I told her that. But, instead of being upset or impatient by my inexperience, it seemed to turn her on. She started telling me exactly what to do ... where to touch, and stroke and lick. She really took charge; not just with the sex, but with the whole relationship. And, she was almost. Of course, she spent most of her time taking care of her 14 year old son Mark. She had a special relationship with her son since the two of them were very close, having moved in a small remote village in North Wales. Mark grew up quite innocently and most of his world was school and his mother, to whom he also was very close and the two were quite affectionate. The two of them had always been very comfortable living together and there was no shame between them as far as nudity and physical. He named you a 'Shakespeare' – that was the name of the greatest of the human bards.'Me: 'What did your ship say once? "A rose by any other name..." Certainly, you may call me anything but Grahhll, for that is G'hann'lis' title now.'G'hann'lis: 'Sh'angreth ... You know that I do not seek this. It seems that two days after never has arrived. Merhnah has brought me 'up to snap, ' as the humans say. She has told my why you feel you must pass on the duties of Grahhll after your bold strike at the.