He said, “I meant to apologize to her about that request this morning. It wasn’t a very polite thing to do.”From deep in the woods, he heard Cle... say, “Apology accepted.”Sean looked down at the dimes and quarters scattered where Pip had dumped them. In a way he was kind of glad that he hadn’t lost his entire collection of dimes and quarters. It had taken him years to collect those coins. He knew that it wasn’t really worth much money, but it did represent a minor accomplishment.He ordered the. There is nothing I can do to stop this. It?s funny how that realization makes it easier for me to accept whatever He dishes out. Something smacks the welts on my ass and I chokeon a cry that is forced back down my throat as another blow lands. ?You are going to be so sore by the time I?m done with you that even a feather will make you cry.? He says with a laugh as He smacks me again and again. My tears arerunning down my neck and I clench my ass and release it, riding the waves of pain. He. My mother’s touches were starting to become more intimate that summer. When she hugged me, it was full body contact with her crotch pressing tightly against mine, her hard nipples boring into my muscular chest. When we sat next to one another on the sofa in the evening she would press close into my side, our shoulder, hips, and thighs pressed firmly against one another. When we kissed, it was an intimate kiss on the lips, hard and long. I started reading all kinds of books on sex that winter.. I was then lead to the centre of the cellar and my wrists were secured to two fixing points with clip attachments. Then I was told to open my legs and a spreader was attached. There I was in a spread eagle position and wondering what was coming next. He picked up a riding crop and started to slap my cock and balls with it. Just enough to be uncomfortable. Then his hand gently squeezed them, lightly at first and then gripping harder and harder. He said he would gradually take me through a.