The real purpose of the exercise. Thepart of the punishment I she knew I hated.All I now thought of was not the aches. Not the pain. Not the welts ort...e knowledge of the bruises I would have for the next week or two. Itwas the humiliation I was to experience because I had for the secondtime. Just forgotten to feed that damn dog.The flogging was to get the anger out of her system. She knew I haddespite all that I had suffered in fact enjoyed the experience in aperverse sort of way of submitting. "Dev's brow furrowed again."So let me check I've got all of this. I will be the father of myniece or nephew whose mother will also be their grandmother. Mychild's mother will be my sister who'll also be their aunt and theirfather will be their mother. Is that it?" Exactly," laughed Kiran, "I don't know why you had so much troubleunderstanding it!"Their father laughed. "There is, of course, an easier way of lookingat it. I will be my grandchildren's grandfather and very happy as aresult."As. ‘Among other things we need to rinse out his sheath.’ Brian said guiding Skye over to a side room. ‘Come on!’ Skye wailed. ‘I thought you only wanted to burn my dick off with that stuff, not blow me up and pop me like a balloon first!’ ‘And if we DON’T, you get an infection and you rot your guts out while you die slowly and painfully, now suck it up and stick it out.’ Tails said slapping him on the back of his head as he stepped onto the grated floor of the medical shower stall. ‘Just think. Gazing straight ahead, trying to adjust her mind and body to the long and uncomfortable ordeal ahead of her, Belle took in that part of the scene which was visible to her. It was limited for, of course, she could not turn her head. On the far side of the room, a slave-girl hung suspended from the ceiling ... face down ... her body in a curving arc. A trumpet-like holder, projecting from her anus, contained a mass of lovely white roses. To one side of her, hanging on the wall, was a.