"No," I said, shaking my head weakly."Ah, c'mon, of course you do. You want to so much. Everything else has worked OK, right? Go ahead, you naughty ma......" Have you ever done this before?" I asked, a vestige of parental concern and propriety making its presence felt for a bare instant."Nope. But I can just tell you want to, and it's fun!"I reached my hand out and touched one warm knee, then slowly slid my hand upward."My goodness you're excited! How can playing with a girl like me make you so. .After my bath I felt like I needed to speak to a friend -- I jumped on line --- fuck he's not there --- He's always there !!!! but not this time .....Maybe he's busy in the bar -- lots of sport on --its possible ----- so I closed down -- but I also realised there where no messages from him either -- thats unusual normally there are messages --- from just chatting to vids to watch ---- but nothing ---- then I think back have I upset him as well ??? and he's fucked me off ---- I don't think so. "Time for the real punishment." What??? What had this been until now?I heard a whip-like whoosh. Then... crack!!! Yow!!! Right across my bottom. A crack like fire. I yelled into my gag. I jumped about, hopping on one foot then the other. For once, my nipples weren't the worst of it.It must be a riding crop, or something similar. Crack! Again. I yelled again into the gag. My hands went back to protect my poor bottom. They were slapped down."Here, hold her down," I heard. And the guest came over. And I guess you’ve also been made suitably welcome by the border guards.” She brushed her nose with the back of her hand, leaving a small smudge on her nose. “Heaven knows why you should come here. To Gomorrah. There are women from Gomorrah who are so desperate to leave, that they become refugees in Buggery. But at least you’re alive. And you’ve still got all your limbs, I see. You don’t know how lucky you are. Many refugees who come here, came off much worse for wear than you have.” “Can you.