"Laura, I really don't know if you'd just like me to hold you and rub your back, or run my fingers through your hair, or kiss your ear, or your mouth,...or rub the inside of your thighs closer and closer to your pussy, or massage your tits. Or like, rub your belly in circles. Or maybe caress your face or your neck." My face was serious, because I really didn't know what she might want best and I wanted to know. And the more I talked, the wetter her eyes got and her face began to contort."I don't. That's not what my audience seem to think. Even through the pain of my beating and above the sound of my bottom being slapped I can hear their comments, and not one is sympathetic - "What a brat!" - "Really, at her age you'd think she would have a little more self control." - "And tears too, pathetic!" All of it comes to me in a haze as my bottom's spanked, but it does make it worse, adding to my burning shame and the hot tears now coursing down my cheeks. The humiliation is appalling, and I. “It’s up to you. I’m sure that you know the story of Ruth in the Bible. When she’s supposed to go to Boaz, Naomi tells her, ‘he will tell thee what thou shalt do’. I want you to tell me what to do and I’ll do it. Anything you want to do. I want to learn!”I smiled because if she was serious, it was going to be a hell of a good afternoon. I’d absolutely take her wherever she thought she wanted to go. I finished my sandwich and my Dr Pepper and Ruth threw away the wrappers and then rinsed the. ” “But, hon,” I complained, “I don’t want others to see you like this.” “What do mean?” my wife asked. “In all those fantasies you told me about, I am always going around half-nude in public.” “Those were just fantasies.” “I thought you’d like to make your fantasies come true,” Kate said with a big grin. She walked over to me and gave me a big, sloppy kiss. My wife gently grabbed my penis and balls. She caressed them and gave them a little tug. I was in agony. I wanted to get hard, but the.