The incident happened in September of 2008, the lady concerned, Jane lives in Paris, Texas and I live in the Midlands in the UK. Jane and I “met”...on the internet; she had read a story of mine about spanking in a sex story forum and then contacted me to discuss the story. Jane expressed an interest in being spanked and we started to chat about it starting on the forum and then moving to yahoo messenger, we also exchanged e-mails, photos and spoke on the phone. Our chats continued for some 3. By this time, her clothes were but rags on her bloodied, bruised body. The Mistress ordered her cleaned up. Using scalding hot water blasting full-force from a hose, Birdie was washed like an animal in a barn. When it over, she was sufficiently clean and cowered. She now understood what she was?.lower than shit. With a slight wave of her gloved hand, a guard brought over a red hot branding iron. ?Shit, you are my property and you must be marked properly. Go ahead.? With no more warning,. Neither did I chase them away.Liam, the bartender responsible for keeping the peace the night I had the altercation with the big guy, was frequently comping me Diet Cokes. He said he was grateful I had taken care of the big guy because he couldn't. He also said he had noticed there were rarely fights when I was there. I had become the unofficial bouncer.Liam helped steer me away from women who could get me in trouble.I was sitting at a table two days before the first purchase in which I would. With a gentle tap, I smacked the bottom of her left foot then alternating to the right one. After receiving a few moans, I began to tap harder and harder as she began to squirm and squeal. Soon she began to shake her head from side to side gesturing that she had enough."You gonna be a good girl from now on?"She shook her head quickly with compliance. I laid her flat on her stomach, in the bed, allowing her to relax from the ass up position I had her in. I gave her a few minutes to wind down in.