I’d closed my eyes just before the paddle made contact – spots exploded behind my closed eyelids. The pain didn’t go away; it seemed to build as...I waited for the second whack. I suddenly realized why my mother had bawled so hard…the sting and burn was hard to believe!After the first few whacks the pain was just too intense for words. I started to cry, I was yelling my head off after each one and it felt like my entire backside was on fire! Like my mother, I kicked like hell and simply howled as. I could feel it extend inside me to reach deep inside myinnards, before little latches extended to secure the dildo in place. Ilooked down and watched as the base of the dildo also extended itself,curving so that it disappeared under my ass. I didn?t need a medicallicense to know what was going to happen as the other end of the dildopenetrated my ass and similarly hooked itself securely inside me. Bothends of the dildo began to slowly vibrate, and I could feel a sense ofcomfort as my needy. We were like best friends. Once I said my good nights I went to my room and wrote up a new letter for Mr. Helmer. It was short and sweet and I was excited to slip it onto his desk tomorrow. I picked out my outfit and climbed into bed and went to sleep. The next morning I rushed to get ready. It was still warm outside which I was glad for since I had decided to wear a short skirt and a cute little top. I knew not to be over sexual, I didn't want to be obvious nor was it my thing to dress as. And I was to read books that would make me more pleasurable to the men.Another part talked about always looking at the men's cocks. Not to lift my eyes unless told to. There was a chapter on what jewelry to wear. I went to the table and found several items. A necklace that said in gold letters "TOILET" The book had said put it on now and wear it all the time. Almost crying, I put it on. I could see the word backward in the mirror. There were nipple clamps and clamps to make me seem to have.