What would be a good bargain for 22 crop strokes on this beautiful ass?"Ma'am I would do anything to make this stop, please."That was the opening Page...had wanted. Willow needed to learn that things can always get worse. Much worse."Ok, here is my offer. I will trade you your 22 strokes on your ass for ... five on each breast ... or five on your sweet virgin pussy. Choose quickly, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock ... time is..." Breasts!" Willow cried.Page unlocked Willow's feet but was able to. He left her on the bed as he went to get the wooden chair by the table and brought it back to the bedside."Wha...? Sir, please! I was just about there! Oh please don't stop! Put them back in! Make me cum, Sir, pleeease!" she whined.He didn't answer her right away. He left her on the bed as he went to get the wooden chair by the table and brought it back to the bedside. He hefted her to her feet and set her in the chair. As he unhooked her wrists, threading them through the slats in the chair. The prospect of having what my grandmother would have called call a love-child and a small but important proportion of our friends suspecting this was simply terrifying.And as for what our children would say; that was beyond the realm of nightmares. But at least the most important man in my life was supporting me, even if he couldn’t possibly be happy.“Are you really sure you can live with it?” I asked Pete as we drove back to our city after the appointment.“Hmmm?” he asked,. The chambers of Judge Cauthan were lined with shelves containing, what Tony decided must be, law books. The judge himself sat behind a huge desk that, while cluttered seemed to be somehow organized as well. Many neat stacks of papers and files covered it. It appeared that the judge was a hard working but organized man. "Gentlemen please come in and have a seat," he said as they entered.The three took seats in front of his desk in plush leather chairs. "Gentlemen this is an informal hearing to.