” Miss Dawkins ordered.Stella was sobbing and felt the tears still dribbling down her face as she went to the end of the table and bent over stretch...ng as far as she could before grabbing the sides of the table. She had been caned like this before and knew to grab the table as far up as she could so that her bottom cheeks were stretched as that would increase the pain of the caning. Of course, she wasn’t thinking straight now as her bottom stung so much and she did what she usually did rather. She gasped in horror, and her hugeviolet eyes filled with tears. Her voice was tiny as shesaid, ‘You may as well tear me limb from limb. It wouldkill me just as surely.’And then the past hit me between the eyes, as Iremembered the most shameful thing I’d ever done. As asmall boy, I had once trapped a small bird – a sparrow –in the garage and battered it half to death. Just one ofthose things that curious small boys do. Life was such amystery that I had to try to. Through the thickness of her flannel night gown and his pajamas she could feel his erection poking against her leg. His hand was the softness thing she could imagine as it brushed her rock hard nipples through the flannel of her gown. She let her own hand stray down to feel the wondrous implement that was resting against her leg. She freed it from its prison by undoing the waistband of his pajamas. She had forgotten how smooth and nice an erect penis felt in her hand. Without regard to the. I set my glass down and turned toward him. "You have my full attention, what did you want to know?" He looked at me; then the floor and back to me. I could tell he had something to say and was having trouble. I felt sad for him, how could I make him feel so bad. He needed to understand that he could talk to me about anything. "Don't be embarrassed," I said. "You can ask anything you want." He took a deep breath I said. "I think I have a problem!" This caught me off guard, I needed more than.