A command, yes, and one I obeyed without hesitation. He stared as I untied the skimpy top and tossed it onto the sand. ‘All of it.’ The bottoms sl...d down my oiled legs to join the other half. They lay forgotten as we slaked our hunger. **** We decided on fish for dinner that night. Although he invited me to go with him in the small boat, fishing didn’t appeal to me. I sat on the shore, notebook and pencil in hand, where the words flowed from the tip of my pencil because we were the. He finished removing my shorts and I laid there looking up at him. My bruised swollen areolas, my chest heaving from the adrenaline rush from the brutal spanking, searching inside myself for some semblance of composure.My body was betraying me.My areolas were swollen with desire, my cock drooling out a steady stream of sticky precum, both announcing to this man their approval of what he’d just done to me.He started climbing onto the bed, pushing my legs apart and laying between them. He wasn’t. The physical operation of Phase Two had started five weeks earlier with the creation of a video production and distribution service named Stand-Up. The unwritten, but often-voiced, subhead — Stand-Up for White Supremacy.One of the PUSHBACK Tactics: create compelling video, top-quality footage. And stream it to a vast anti-government audience. Stand-Up had steadily gained some positive attention among Nazis, the Klan, survivalists, secessionists, disparate white-power groups ... the. Feedback is appreciated.Ricky - Cambs, UK - 23rd December 2020“You can’t ever tell.”“I won’t,” I said.“I mean it. We’ll both be in so much trouble if you do.”“I know,” I told her.“I’m not sure you do.”We were still by the front door, just inside the house. She was standing and looking at me, thumbs in the waistband of her underwear. One shove and her knickers would be sliding down her thighs.“I promise,” I said as anticipation squeezed my guts. I was so close to seeing her pussy. All I had to.