No, I was not getting aroused by that kind of treatment. Finally, after what seemed like ages, they were finished. Jess looked at me and giggled. “Y...u’re a complete mess, pet. Come here.” I traipsed over to her side, self-consciously, and stood in front of her, my hands fidgeting behind my back. “Oh my,” she whispered, “such a dirty little girl. Let me help you get cleaned up.” And, to my astonishment, she leaned closer and extended her tongue, and like in slow motion, I saw her licking a trail. Not only was he an experienced spanker – my own little backside was a testament to that at times – but, we had a real razor strop in the barn and, later, the family paddle that hung on the basement door in plain sight. By the age of fifteen, I’d experienced all of them, some, like the razor strop and, my father’s hard palm, quite a few times. Ron, my first lover and boyfriend, had been the first non-family member to bare my ass and spank it red – sore, throbbing, stinging and red! He did it,. Any movement of my body is not of its volition, as you push faster and faster, deeper and deeper inside me.My corpse is swaying to the rhythm of your finger. My head now tapping a staccato beat against the casket, as if against the headboard of a bed. Perhaps that too is appropriate, as this casket is the bed I take my final rest in.Sweat stands out on your body as you pant with your exertions. Then, there is a stab of pain in your arm, and you pause, looking not at my pale face, but at where. There is no compromise on that." "I realize and I will do as you say. Just let me in please. It isstarting to get pretty light out here and I don't want everyone tosee me." "You don't want everyone to see you! Who is the one who said hewanted to wear those clothes all the time forever. Did you or didyou not say that?" "Yes, I said that. Now, please let me in, please." "Please what?" "Please Mistress." She undid the chain and let him in. "You are a fast learner. Youare to call me Mistress.