. feet hitting the floor ... a chair shoved across hardwood ... a bit of a bustle. The door opened, a waft of cooler air. The office was air-condition...d.“What? Hi David,” Mayor Simmons ... I read it off his shirt pocket ... said. “What’s up?”And Junior stepped out from behind me. I’m not very big but Junior is tiny ... she had no trouble hiding in my shadow.“Your Highness...”At least I think that was what he stuttered ... he did bow though.Junior wasn’t having it... “Your Highness was my mom. The problem now was, I was running out of nettles so back into the garden I went and got what was left. Again, every now and then I would give myself a spanking with the ruler as well.I learnt something new that night. If you snap the stem of the nettle you can use the snapped part to prod your tortured parts and where the break in the stem is, it ends up being like a freshly picked nettle with lots of stinging power. I then did this for a couple of hours, prodding the eyehole of my cock and. I admit I cried, allthose years in jail she'd probably only managed to visit two or threetimes. It had been easy to trick myself into thinking she was justsomewhere else. Now I knew different. Of course dad wasn't there,Momma had him cremated and then had snuck up to the old farm andscattered his ashes there. She said she wanted him to have hisdream, then and forever in a way that meant than no one could takeit from him again. I'd had another little cry. I'd decided then andthere to move. ”“Yes, my girl, you'll be well sore. But it's perhaps no more than was deserved?”“Um...I suppose not, Miss. And I'm sorry for the swearing.” Fuck, she didn't do contrite. No way was that going to last...“Good girl. Apology accepted. Now the HM is due back soon so you'd better make yourself decent.” Alison pushed herself up, lightheaded with the relief from pain. She cradled the hot buttocks in her hands, making a face.“I'll do without the knickers, Miss, if that's OK?”“Yes, the leg elastic can.