Her ass was already reddened as the group sat down, as were the tops of her plump thighs. "Bo Peep" tried to maintain some level of decorum as only he... panties covered her privates and she squirmed and pleaded with each blow landing on her ass.Darlene felt both frightened and excited by the force of the blows landing on the woman. She also felt a strange desire to have her own backside reddened, but probably not in front of thirty to forty total strangers. The amazing thing about the scene, was. Once weight-guessing competitions became the rage, some participants tried to cheat. They even sought privileged information from the farmer who had bred the ox. It was feared that if some people had an edge, others would be reluctant to enter the weight-guessing competition. With only a few entrants, you could not rely on the wisdom of the crowd. The process of weight discovery would be damaged.Strict regulatory rules were introduced. The farmer was asked to prepare three monthly bulletins on. It was more than just sense, it was clear facts. Her mind was screaming to submit and let herself have this. The tiny part of her mind, perhaps her lizard brain, was still trying to resist. Alas, it was always only a matter of time until that part of her mind was overruled. My mind was overloaded from the stimulation, feelings, and signals being sent through my body. Clouding any logic or thought process. It wasn't the creature's doing though. I wanted this state, this bliss and I chose. She cried a little over someone being kind to her and not caring that she was gay. I did not know at the time the hardship that gay people went through. She had to hide what she was from people her whole life to avoid judgment. I was the first person that accepted her as she was and did not treat her like a freak. “Mexican would be nice,” she said, and I could see her eyes moistening up. We walked back to our room in silence and I was confident that I made the right decision with her. She.