I half-expected this early thirtyish woman to do just that. She had a strong will, but as a dom I know they were also the most fun to break.I again ap...raised her backside for a full five minutes, until her body was trembling beyond control. Her torso was shivering as if chilled. What to do with this lady?"In front of you slave is a rack, take out the leather stick with the straps attached to the end." She walked over and returned, her eyes wide and looking upon the horrifying object. Yvonne was. His name was Professor O'Reilly, but he made the big mistake on the first day of telling the entire class they could just call him "Jim."Those professors that insisted the students call them by first name always intrigued me. I mean, what were they thinking? Trying to fit in, to recapture their youth perhaps by not being too old, too out of touch to be on a first name basis with the entire class?Or was it an attempt at bringing a casual nature to the classroom, to revolutionize education by. Even if they wanted to!"He gazed at her, as if he were letting her words define themselves in meaning within the walls of his hampered brain. Then, he said: "Oh, don't worry, pretty lady! Honest, you don't have to worry! I'll protect you! You sleep if you want to. I- I'd hurt anyone that tried to touch you! Earl'd expect me to... !" You... you make me feel so safe, Walo dear," Lynn said, swinging her legs provocatively from the bed as she raised up, not trying to shield herself, but making an. Holly looked at the bartender and ordered a double Bacardi with no ice to escape the embarrassing humiliation revelation. “But, if it makes a difference, they all think you are gorgeous baby” That comment from Max brought a smile to her face. Then he put his hands on her shoulders and told her she was the prettiest girl in the whole bar. Again, knowing there were zero women in the bar, Holly chuckled. Max continued to make jokes; and between the alcohol, Max’s and his friends compliments, Holly.