Jack moved his head in to study the area.?That’s not good, Teach. You’ve got little hairs sprouting all over here. You better have that shaved by ...he tomorrow, or I’ll have to spank you again.??I’m sorry. I normally would have shaved this weekend, but I hurt so much, I didn’t do anything I didn’t have to.??Well, you’ve been warned.?Jack started opening the desk drawers. Libby couldn’t imagine what he was looking for, and then he pulled out a box of unsharpened pencils.?This ought to do.? He. Lest I be accused of courting favour, let it be known that I am a Briton of the West, not a Saxon. I have no great love for the people who stole our land these many years past. Nonetheless, I own Athelstan as my King. I recall the King as a boy at his grandfather’s knee. I had him in my charge for lessons. He was a beautiful child with hair like gold and eyes the grey of the winter sea. I remember him being sent into Mercia for protection. Many thought his father, the late King, sought his. "People will be looking for me! Let me go ifyou know what's good for you!" It seems to me you have serious attitude problems, Kevin. But restassured, we'll fix them for you. Now, raise your voice one more timeand the pacifier," she lifted her left hand showing him the gag, "goesback inside."Kevin looked at the dreaded bundle of straps. The penis had shrunkconsiderably. It hung down limply, less than two inches long now, nothicker than a waterproof magic marker. It was hard to believe that. Stay,? she said as she walked out of the room without looking back at him. He was silent because he still had shit in his mouth. He played with it a bit with his tongue and then finally sent it down to his stomach. To focus on the taste would be to fail. He focused on the mechanics and who he was serving. A single failure to flush could mean banishment. After licking and swallowing his mouth clean, he turned over onto his hands and knees and then licked up the bit of piss that had.