I demanded that my mother punish her, but she won't."I thought about this for a minute. It wasn't exactly what I expected, but it played out just the ...ay I wanted. "Where are your mother and Karen?" I asked."Right here, waiting to hear what you have to say," she told me."Send them to a different room," I instructed. "I want to talk to you without them hearing." OK," she said, and I heard her relaying my instructions."They're gone," she told me a moment later."OK, this is a bit more complex than. The black push-up corset she was wearing contrasted well with the red leather of the chair and mimicked the darkness of her shoulder-length hair. It allowed her beautiful C-cup breasts to rest fully exposed above the upper hem of the supporting garment. Admiring her sitting there, I fixated on her well-proportioned tits and the two lightly-colored nipples capping them. Instead of being a chestnut brown or garish pink, they were only a few shades darker than her surrounding flesh and seemed to. And the prize was supposed to stay chaste. It was the way the game was played.He pulled at his hair, feeling as if the rage would make him explode. So she thought that she could play this game, play false with him. He would make sure she understood how things stood. He was in charge. He was, not that damn cop. She would understand, he would make damn sure of it. And if she didn't, well, then she would be made to understand in one way or another. He pulled the knife out of the branch at his leg. ’ ‘Then what has you so wet?’ She turned slightly red. ‘I was just thinking about what you told me to do at lunch and I guess it got to me a bit.’ ‘Well good. I’m glad to see you’re looking forward to it. I guess you forgot the part about your next lesson in obedience.’ ‘No sir, I haven’t forgotten. I’ll try my best to learn from it sir.’ She was only slightly subdued when she delivered this statement. I probed quickly and discovered she was actually looking forward to it and was actually quite.