"Can I use it to make this into a refuge?"I toured the home, confirming that no one was there, and I felt a smalltrace of confidence arising. The home...was comfortable, unpretentious;possibly a merchant's home. Two cloaks, a man's and a woman's, hung on ahook near the door. A fireplace lay cold but ready across the main room.There was no radio, television, or computer. *Is Moranna controllinginformation here?* A strong wooden table with benches around it stoodnear a wall to my left; beyond it. At the time I thought that the only way I had to get to that informationwere my classmates and the porn magazines or VHS videos (Pre-internet era)they had gotten/stolen (generally from their brothers, father or uncles)and shared among them.The next big step in my story came one morning as I entered the highschoolbathroom and found it full of the boys from my class, they were allpeeking at a porn magazine one of them had stolen from his father andbrought to share with his classmates. In it. “Tom, did you feel anything?”“Not sure; maybe a little tingle like Lynette said. But I did feel something like a warm sensation washing over my head and chest toward the end. And suddenly it flowed all over me and I got ... err ... hot ... oh, god...”Amelia looked at him and softly cheered, “Hey ... sweet,” and giggled.Lynette looked down at the front of Tom’s shorts and saw a distinct bulge projecting there. She giggled too.Then Amelia laughed. “Guys, you’re really getting it. You’re sensing. I go back to her punishment, 10 -15 beatings with my belt. Her ass is welted already and turning red.I grab the wooden spoon and use it in the same spot - 15-20 times in a row until Laurie is recoiling from the pain and struggling to get away. I use it on her ass and thighs. I use it on her breasts and nipples. Moving on to the crop now, I hit her ass and thighs with it. She is starting to moan but the gag works well. Her ass is glowing red now and I am beating it with the crop. I move on to.