. . such rigor is not written . . . HOUUUU!"The whip thrummed."GAOWWWW!"From this point the punishment reached another level of intensity, it was plai.... The pizzle whipped into wet flesh. The buttocks jumped, squirming madly. Insane tremors possessed the body. The feet beat against the benching, the hands scratched it to blood before, the bald head rocked like that of one demented. The pizzle kept up its pounding, pitiless work, the intervals ever longer. Blood oozed over the right side, then. "No." Bill replied. "But I don't have a choice. I'm stuckthis way for at least the rest of the week." I thought that's what you wanted." She said. "To be ableto dress up full time, whenever you want." Well, yeah." Bill replied. "But not trapped this way." Hepointed to his body."I can see that." She said. They drove back to Bill's houseand he got out of the car. "I'll call you tomorrow."Bill walked back up to the house. He could see that hismother was sleeping on the couch, with the. I have to concentrate. Tedious work I'd rather not be doing, but it has to be done," I answered, quite truthfully."Oh right. Ok, well, don't let me distract you. Have a good day babe. Can't wait to see you. I have a little something for you!"She finished that statement in that upward lilt of tone people have when they are saying something that's supposed to be enticing. I couldn't muster up any enthusiasm, so I just grunted and hung up.I sat there, for a moment, considering the situation. Here. Here I started my plan I asked her for water she gave me. Knowingly I poured it on the floor and I apologize for it. Then I said I will clean but she refused it and she cleaned it. She bends and cleans the floor since it is a low neck nighty her boobs is clearly visible this made my shorts to build a tent. She saw the tent and laugh after cleaning she and me went to bed. She slept quickly but I was in the thought that how to start the sex. Later only I noticed that she wear is not the nighty..