"Captain Sir," she started, "You have much to learn about the way of life here. We women are brought up to believe that a man does not love us or want...us if he is not completely in control of our lives. If he cannot take the time to punish us when we are not doing our best or to warm our bottoms to make us more receptive before entering us, then he does not care for us like he should!"I’m sorry, Irma. I didn’t realise. I wanted to avoid and international incident that I thought might have. Dan escorted his two lovelies into the coffee shop, where they received the stares of appreciative male customers. They sat with Karen and Wendy holding Dan’s hand, trying not to be too obvious about the closeness of their relationship.Brad and Jake walked down the hockey arena hallway to the Falcons’ dressing room, clad in dark grey business suits. Every player was expected to wear a suit or sports jacket and slacks to and from each home game. They entered the dressing room expecting to be one. She was remarkably silent to this and I began plunging over and over and over again and she responded by holding onto my shoulders as she smiled at me like nobody else ever has in my entire lifetime.A magnificent moment of release let loose the hundred million sperm that I hoped would result in a little boy or girl.After cleaning up the mess, we did it four more times and her phone rang!She had cleverly made a new outgoing message while she had waited for me in the car, that said “You have. Seeing she was alone, her panic began to subside slightly. If she were alone, she reasoned, then it could not be that bad. She was, after all, still dressed. A quick glance down confirmed that her dress was still in place. Her ankles, she now appreciated, were shackled loosely to the ground, in what felt like padded cuffs. There was not enough slack for her to close her legs, but they were not held obscenely open either.Behind her, out of her range of vision no matter how she squirmed, a door.