.." You reach in the bag, and take out..something. All i can see is that its long. I start to move again, but You are fast, and gets your fingers ...nto my collar, jerking my head back. I Freeze in place, excitement making me whimper. One hand reaches around, and grips me by the jaw, and forces my mouth open. I struggle, but its too late. u slip the gag into my mouth. i can feel you buckle it behind my head. Its small, not too uncomfortable..but exciting..so exciting. I slump. ”Looking a little disappointed, Betsy said, “You’re not like I expected you to be.”Amused, the fat woman asked, “What did you expect?”“Everyone says you’re the most frightening of the Gods and Goddesses. I kind of expected to be standing here with the feeling that thousands of ants were crawling on my skin.”“Like this?” the Two-Sided One asked.Every square inch of Betsy’s skin started to tingle and burn. The sensation was exactly like a thousand ants were crawling on her. This was absolutely. Miss Martin had thus cometo associate affection with chastisement. A particularly traumatic occasionhad occurred when Miss Martin was twelve years old and was just discoveringthe pleasures of sexuality. Her stepfather had discovered her lying on herbed pleasuring herself and had responded with a rage, beating her mercilesslywith a strap. Afterwards, in her bewilderment, the young Miss Martin had examinedher severely bruised bottom in a mirror and, in further confusion, had finishedmasturbating,. I remember being thankful that we didn't have kids. Look, Jenny, I can't interfere in your parents' affairs, but anytime you need to talk, please, call or come by. This was bound to come out eventually, even if Luella hadn't decided to spill the beans in person. Now your parents will have to decide what to do with the rest of their lives, and both are probably going to be a little hard to live with, okay?" I'll say!" she sobbed, "Dad's moved out, without even saying goodbye, and Mom's hitting.