I could smell the sea and asked how far it was."Just hang on a minute and I'll show you," she laughed. "You'll love it, I know you will."I wasn't used...to letting a woman do all the work, but the driver was great and helped her move all our gear into the cottage earning himself a generous tip in the process.Once it was all in she came out and found me in a heap on the back lawn. She went mad at me, she shouted and raved and threatened me while I just sat there laughing at her, but she had the. Maybe he had accidently gotten hard wrestling a guy before, himself. It happens to guys that age. I could hope that he chalked it up to something like that. Yeah, right. I groaned quietly, thinking that once my dick shriveled completely, I'd slink away to my room and decide whether not committing suicide was even an option.The more I contemplated the demise of my reputation, the quicker my dick got soft. Satisfied that I'd gotten soft enough, I sat up, thinking that the time for slinking away. The flogging went on, merciless on her wretched frame, rasing welts then bursting them. The blood ran freely after half a dozen lashes. Exhaustion had set in by the time they’d reached halfway. She was shaking violently by then, shivering as though freezing cold – although for the time of year it was actually quite a mild day. A dozen would have ruined her. The final six were gratuitous. She fell limp for them, head hanging back, twitching up at each blow, the muscles in her arms taut. Twice. From an early age I was taught long-distance running. Every Wednesday and Saturday was push-up and sit up day. At the age of six my father started building my upper body strength. It was a game to give me two buckets of sand one for each hand, then my father with time me to see how long I can hold the buckets keeping my arms straight and my body in a T formation.When I entered middle school, I was encouraged to go out for cross-country running. I am physically fit. When the Boob Fairy hit my.