Her appreciative howls were so loudly intense, framed photos of Jack Nicholson and Wolfman Jack crashed to the floor. The only one remaining intact wa... one of Lon Chaney dancing with the Queen. She next wrapped her brawny legs around my head and squeezed, like popping a zit. At this point in a relationship, I normally work nipple-twisting into the act, but she presented me with so many options I would end up with carpal tunnel so I resorted to slapping her hip. Apparently, she didn't have a. I turn to her, offering the clothes up. She looks at them and starts to sarcastically cry. “Why did this night go so sour?” “Wow… Sorry I can’t be a good host to you.” “No, it’s not that. Just – I need something warmer. Is that clean?” She points to the bath robe in the dresser. “Yeah. You want that?” “This looks great,” she says, as she pulls it out. It’s a thick cloth bathrobe, which I almost never use. She’s goes into the bathroom to change and I slowly put on the clothes I offered her,. I heard some movement and then...CRACK!My backside erupted into agony as the whip sliced across my rear. I let out a yell of pain but I had barely time to think when Tara brought the whip down for a second time. It didn't feel as painful as the first hit but I still cried out in anguish. Tara whipped my backside three more times, and although none were as hard as the first strike, my ass was still in excruciating pain.'Get dressed', the Captain told me and I happily put my skimpy shorts and. She asked if I could come back and check it the morning. I told her there was really no need for concern.She grabbed my arm, looked at me with her warm eyes and said, " I would feel so much better if you came by in the morning and check it again for me. I swallowed hard and said, "If you insist". How could I refuse? We are supposed to protect and serve aren't right? She was standing there in a powder blue baby doll nightie with a sheer robe left slightly open. It left little to the.