"She flushed with embarrassment. The last time she'd been spanked had been just before her 12th birthday. She'd made the mistake of back-talking her m...ther when her dad was home. She'd been in her bedroom along with her friend Beth, and her dad had just walked in the front door and heard her mom tell her to do something (she couldn't remember what now) and Carol Ann's snappy, disrespectful reply. She'd jumped as her father stomped in the room, backed away as he'd advanced on her, opened her. We often get posters advertising various women's groups at the library. One of them had offered a free one-day seminar on women's basic self-defence. I remembered the rather forceful woman who led the course and the savage triumph in her eyes as she acted out her strategy with the battle cry, "Stomp his Foot, Kick his Balls!" She was a real man-hater, that one, but she had been raped as a teenager and later gang raped by a half-drunken football team so I suppose it's understandable. I even felt. That camera loads directly to my account in the cloud. I have it, even I handed you the camera, I have what just happened on file. SO, if you try to leave, if you try to fight me or destroy my camera, I will send this file to all your friends, you know, the references you put on your application, your alma mater, your former business associates, they will ALL see your humiliation. Do you want that?” Meekly, you shake your head “no”. I smile and say, “Good girl. Good little slut”. I uncuff you. He took off all of his clothes and started to kiss me. I noticed his cock looked slightly different from master’s In a way, I guess it looked more natural. I guess this explained a lot about the world that never really made sense to me. The sad part is, though, I would forget all of it after this nine month period. He kissed me and rubbed my body. He had big hands. He made me feel small and fragile, and I really liked that feeling. He soon spread my legs and inserted his cock into my pussy. I.