“Now let’s teach you how to curtsey.” Vikki executes the perfect curtsey – one foot back behind the other, bending the knees and holding up th... skirts with both hands as she bows her head. I try to copy her – my attempts are pathetic at first but I gradually get the hang of it. We both curtsey in front of the mirror and I am struck by how pretty we look.“Come and sit down on the sofa, ruby,” says vikki, and we sit down together. “So, how does it feel now?” she asks.And I reply “Just divine,. ”“Every shot it took destroyed an asteroid, or at least broke it up to the point that it was useless as cover. They knew we were in the field and were working to make it impossible for us to escape,” I said. “Combat in space is nothing like combat in a tank. A tank can usually take a few hits. Corsica won’t survive a direct hit from a powerful weapon.”“It has armor,” Colonel Stiles pointed out.“So does a submarine, but how many times does a submarine survive taking a hit? Remember that any hole. But sometimes the brush isn't enough. If it's to be a "proper" punishment, he'll stand me up while I'm crying and pull my PJ top up over my head. Then he'll stand up and march me over to the corner by my upper arm. Once there, he'll stand me close and move both of my hands to the back of my head. I'm usually still crying hard from the hairbrush while he does this, so the first thoughts after the crying slows down are the realization that next comes the strap. And that realization makes it just. “You are out to dinner with me. We are at a medium fancy place I think. Your little kitty wants to be petted so badly you beg me to finger you right there in the restaurant. The table cloth covers up what I’m doing to you, under the table, after all. You have to bite your tongue to keep from making noise when you cum. You can’t control yourself and you cum for me until my fingers get tired. I make you lick your juices off my fingers.“Your cunt is a swampy mess. When I’ve paid the check, we get.