I'm so sorry. It felt so good. I won't do it again, I promise." I say, hoping she senses my sincerity.SMACK. My ass cheek burns again. "That's better.... Did I hear a smile? She runs her hand up my back, then over my short hair. I feel the back of her hand against my cheek. I want to rub my face against her hand in the worst way, but I don't want to get smacked. It's not the pain, it's the failure. I don't want to fail her.Her hand pulls away and she steps away from the bed. "Okay, you can look".. Across town, the woman with the brown tights and sensible shoes tied her leash to one of the bed legs, and lay on the bed as her husband snored in his armchair downstairs. She peeled the tights down and pulled her sticky panties clear of her fully aroused and dripping mature cunt; the scent of which flooded the room, she had not been this excited in years. She pulled the leash tight with one hand and thought of her discipline and humiliation of Gordon as she nursed her hot and juicy cunt with. "Everyone will line up into two columns. One column facing each of the two men you see holding up rifles. There will be no talking, no moving around. You will each step forward and give your name and your home system to the man with the rifle at the head of your line. If you disobey, you will be shot. If you lie, you will be shot." Now see here, you!" A voice broke in from somewhere across the room. The speaker sounded like an elderly man and the frustration in his voice was evident. "What is. Luke asked if he could help. He did all the heavy lifting and we got the work done in no time. I invited him in to get something to eat. Bill was out for the day on a fishing trip with his brother. It wasn't long before Luke changed the subject to football and asked if I could influence Bill or at least nudge him into recommending him for a full football scholarship.I told him that I didn't know if I should do that and that's when he took off his t-shirt and started grabbing the rapidly growing.