What would our dear queen-empress think?”“She would think, my dear, that they deserved to know that misbehavior brings its just punishment.” He ...ow knew who he was and what period it was. “When they misbehave, you see me punish them. When you have misbehaved, they should see that you have been punished.”“But Michael, Husband...”“They stay. That is my last word. Now come here and remove your clothes.”“Michael!”“The rules are clear. And you might ask your children what happens to miscreants who. I bent over and took the shot almost disappointed that there was no hand on my arse.“Have you done anything like this before?” I asked as Malcolm took his shot. We may have been worried that we could be seen but we knew we couldn’t be heard.“Done a little with some girls.” He said a little full of himself “but I’m not gay so I haven’t been with boys.”I hadn’t thought about the gay aspect and all of a sudden the thought that I might be gay brought a cold scary feeling, particularly if Malcolm. Her name was Anna; she was my age and not that experienced but I was not the only guy she stroked off (and saw cum). I was however, the biggest shooter. I had nothing to compare my cumshot to except what I saw in pornos so I thought my ejaculation was 'normal' at the time. We were home alone in her house and she was jerking me off on her family room couch. So when she brought me to orgasm and I started unloading my standard cumshot she was shocked and incensed that my ropes flew over the couch. Not that it needed encouraging; around him I couldn't keep my fucking hands to myself. I felt his other hand slide down my body. As his fingers played over my clit through my underwear, I moaned my pleasure against his mouth and grabbed his ass in an attempt to pull him closer. I loved feeling him pressed hard on me, ready, eager. My hand brushed over the cloth of his shorts and I couldn't help but wrap my hand around him through it. I wanted him to fuck me; but making me wait just excited me.