Robby was no slouch at five foot eleven, but this guy must have been at least six four, maybe more, including the clunky boots he had on. "Hi, Ken. I'... Robby, Doug's neighbor." He couldn't find anything else to say at that point."My costume's pretty obvious, but I can't quite figure yours out," Ken said with a tilt of his head.Robby had thought of this on the way over and went with his gut feeling. "I'm Nicholas Cage, from the movie 'The Family Man.' You know the one I mean, where he goes back. "Any infraction will result in a serious and immediate whipping. And, as you are now one to me, both will suffer for the error of one."I wanted them to be clear about this, so I flipped the switch that illuminated the apparatus they hated most, the stocks. This massive wooden block forced them to bend over and blinded them from the intentions of the whip wielder. The stocks were set up in tandem now, ready for the both of them.In fact, as they looked around, all the various arrangements of. They pushed me over the dining chair, spreading my legs wide. Each, in turn, ran their hands over my bum and around my balls and cock, commenting on the juices already flowing. Swish, swish, swish, swish, the strokes came hard and fast making me grunt at the sting of each. Swish, swish two more landed dead centre on my clenched buttocks. “Don’t move!” came the instruction from Annie. Swish, swish. “You didn’t think you were only going to get punished by one of us, did you?” said Julianne as. Paul. As Brad approached his desk after the visit, he winked at me. ‘He asked if you were working today, so I told him I’d send you up with his paperwork.’ ‘Don’t bullshit me. I hate you so much right now.’ ‘I’m actually not,’ he said with a straight face. That lame, delusional part of my brain hoped he was being serious. The rest of me muttered ‘Yeah, right’ under my breath, then asked, ‘Isn’t he doing better?’ ‘Yeah, he’s great. We’re just getting him a refill so he can continue monthly.