My fears proved unfounded however, Molly maintaining a calm, if somewhatamused demeanour as she undressed me."Before we put you back into pyjamas, I n...ed to rub something on yoursore tushie," she giggled. "She's got a hell of a whack on her for alittl'un. And she seems to like your bottom. I'd watch out for that oneif I was you!"I lay face down on the bed as she rubbed some lotion on my pink cheeks."And that Ice Maiden seemed quite stoked up when her little friend wasgiving you a larruping.. .....," she said. "YOU.....," "WILL....," "GET.....," "PUNISHED!" With each of the last four words, she sliced his ass with the whip, each blow strong enough to leave drops of blood. Then she walked to the front again, and looked him in the face, with a sweet little smile on her face. "Good Boy." She hadn't been watching the clock, but, all told, she guessed the scene took less than 30 minutes. But she guessed it had more impact than all the other scenes combined. . That was until last summer when a young, single mum moved in across from our house as she was on her own several of the neighbours chipped in to give her a hand settle in over the next few weeks.Lets tell you something about Maria; she’s 35, shoulder length dark hair, brown almost black eyes, stands about 5ft 10”, nice figure possibly 36B’s, her daughter (Leigh) is about 10 and has her mother’s striking looks.My wife and I are both in our late forties and keep ourselves fit by walking and. You know, the one I consented to. The one I agreed to be collared. I ran away from that. Now before you start raising your feminist flags, hear me out. My master wasn't necessary a bad man. No, he was kind and sensitive, he always made sure that I was ok, he provided when we played together. No,no, it wasn't his fault that I ran away. I ran away because I couldn't trust him. I ran away because I wouldn't communicate with him. I ran away because I no longer felt comfortable around him. Life got.