Why didn’t you tell me you were going to record it?”“I wasn’t sure I could pull it off,” he told her, sipping from his glass. The relish on ...is face was not due solely to the wine. “Didn’t want to build up your hopes and then disappoint.”“You had your crack team at work, did you?”“Yes. Clementine sucked off a bellboy to gain access to the room and Alan and Scott did a very swift job of fitting the spy cameras. Clem had to repeat the same manoeuvre today to retrieve them.”“She’s a game little. She hissed in a breath when she felt his hand on her ass. He stroked it a little, soothing the sting. She knew she would have a couple welts from the cane, she had a few the last time he used it one her. By this point, she was arching into any of his touches, desperate for some kind of stimulation. He knelt down and unattached the spreader bar, letting her close her legs together. ?Up on the bed,? he told her. She quickly obeyed getting on all fours on the bed, hoping he would just fuck her at. " I know that has to be scary. Call me any time if you need to and we can talk about it. I'll miss you a lot."She looked stunned by my revelation. I hope it didn't frighten her. Then she waved and drove away, much to my chagrin. Intellectually I knew that she had another life before me. She has not said otherwise. She didn't tell me about Chuckie and I didn't elaborate on Rachel. I poured another cup of coffee and sat pondering my situation. I guess she must be having a hard time, otherwise why. 'You may kneel, no need for any more crawling right now. You wanted to tell me something?' I ask with a mischievous smile. Air floods your mouth and the saliva from the gag is let loose. Your heart still beating rapidly, you begin to gush. 'Master, thank you, for punishing my ass. It's your ass, master, your ass to punish or use how you want. I'm a bad girl, a bad fuckslut. I need to be kept in my place. You'll make me be good again, won't you sir? Will you let me be a good girl for you?.