" He cupped one of my tits in his hand and squeezed it. He released it, fondled the other one, and said, "They look natural." Yeah, it's all me." What...size?" Um, 34, C cup," I semi-stammered. He pinched the nipple and pulled it, stretching it to the point of hurting. I sensed he’d done this more than a few times with women and he knew what he liked. He also immediately enjoyed treating me like a slut, which seemed very natural to him. He knew my type well.He said, "Now your panties." I hooked. Her business was inflicting pain and she was good at it. I was already seeing stars from the first two punishments, but I could make out Madame Charlotte taking off her thick leather, metal-studded belt. I was still standing at attention, but I didn’t know if I could take much more.Madame Charlotte instructed me to put my hands high in the air over my head. She said that my hands would need to stay there for ten minutes or I was going to be tied up and beaten much worse. I took a deep. A curious look appeared on her face, which caused me some discomfort. I wasn’t sure if she was curious because she was wondering why we were there, or because she didn’t want to be there. A billion thoughts were rushing through my head when she piped up. ‘Little late to be going to the umbrella, don’t you think? I think they closed an hour ago…’ ‘Hey, no worries,’ I said without a doubt. ‘I know the owner, and with the snow coming down like it is, there’s a good chance that we won’t have to. "No Mom, she took good care of me. Had the new dressing on in no time flat." Boy, did she ever take good care of me!That's good, son. We're lucky to have a neighbor so accommodating."Finishing up. Mom grabbed her purse and keys. "I'll see you tonight. Don't overdo things, take it easy today. I don't want you to wind up back in the hospital." A peck on the cheek and she was out the door.I was alone. Showering quickly, being careful to keep the wound and dressing out of the water stream, I picked.