Sometimes my cane will land in stingy bites on the surface and sometimes it will be more of a thud and will provide a deeper ache,” he explained. �...You will call me Sir or My Sir while I am using you as my personal whipping post. You will count each stroke and beg me for more. I’m going to call you vile names that will make your pussy drip. And when I am finished marking you as mine, I will take you to bed and fuck you till you can’t move.”Emmy felt tingles of desire ripple across her skin. Any. Dawn said good-bye to everybody and went over to sign the slip. As she was passing the table on her way out, Brenda called her over."It's my understanding that you're a manager in your office. Why are you picking up lunch instead of some gofer?" she asked curiously."That's simple, actually," she replied. "I'm the most junior manager authorized to use the office credit card." She smiled and waved as she went on her way.Rob's crew all got back to the office on time and headed off to their. But this time, she was mildly surprised. This man's wife, who had brought him here, was a simply stunning creature, with brilliant red hair, long neck, bosum and curves to there and there, poised and eloquent, and completely oblivious to her husbands useless attempts to release himself. Often, the wives of sissies felt guilt at having to bring their husbands here. That they weren't good enough wives: it was all her fault. And in those cases, Chanazene knew it wasn't true. They were good enough. When I finally did, I saw rain, thick, heavy rain pouring down like it meant to wash the world away. Everything was wet and the street was misty. I stumbled out into the downpour, and nobody stopped me.Then I was fumbling with my keys, trying to open the door of my truck to drive home, but I couldn't get that open either. I'm not even sure if it was my truck. My arm didn't work either. Something was pulling at my arm every time I tried to put the key in the lock."Fuck!" I yelled, but my voice.