Seeing as I didn’t intend to give a name that I no longer had, I kept silent. With her confused expression, she continued. “Did you do all of this...yourself in two days?” Gesturing vaguely at the clearing where my cabin’s bare bones stood, the young officer looked disturbed.It had been three days, “Yes. What do you want?” Question for question.“No one helped you at all?” She asked again, disbelieving.Not wanting to get in an argument I replied, “I am alone here, everything done so far was by my. She even shared the embarrassment of having to go to ask her mother for a clean pair of panties after not wiping her bottom properly. As we talked through the night more details emerged. The tawse was always applied while Sophie knelt on the bed with her knees parted as wide as possible before hugging a pillow and resting her head on the mattress. Sophie never in so many words admitted the punishment aroused her, but told me that her mother would always place a towel between her knees. My. "Then that's good," Mom said, "but you're not going to satisfy himforever with hand jobs. If he's a real man, he's going to need more fromyou and your new pussy won't be fully operational for at least a couplemonths. Do you think you'll be up to giving him a blow job when the timecomes?" I think so. I mean I thought about it that night in his car, but I wasafraid he'd think I was a slut."Mom laughed and reminded me I wasn't in high school any more. "He thinksyou're a grown woman and grown. It was all about balancing their almost obsessive need for the four D’s: debauchery, desirability, domination, and degradation. She’d need the thrill of the feeling of being r@p*d without the damage and consequences, so very light on the last D. And a component of exquisite pain would need to be added for seasoning as well. I had the tools and ingredients at hand. All I had to do was concoct the proper recipe.’Ever so quietly, I spoke to her, “Deb my darling, I’m going to push you further than.