”“What pussy? I don’t have a pussy,” Pathan cried out in fear and his arse clenched, thinking they meant it. Pathan was adverse to pain. He ha... never developed a thick skin like his brother Hasid had. He might be gay but he liked to pick his partners.Nuru’s eyes narrowed, and then he grinned. “Okay, Boss. I bet this one will be real priddy. But he won’t get tits as big as mine,” he said proudly and ignored Pathan’s protests and struggles as he stroked and pinched the man’s flat chest.Rupert. The whipping across my thighs hurt more than it had across my bottom and I sobbed as she gave him me final four strokes. She asked me to get up now and I thought my spanking punishment was over. I cradled my face against her breast. She kissed on my head and asked me to bring the paddle. I got the paddle from the closet. It was about the size of a ping-pong paddle, with an oval head, made out of half inch thick dark hard wood. I handed the paddle and she took me over her knee again. My bottom. They will soon witness my subjugation.I am scared because I don't know what is about to happen. I wanted this situation. Yes, I asked for it. But I don't know what events are before me. I shiver with anticipation.You might know me as a stock broker. That's what I do in the real world. I'm young and just getting started. It's high-pressure, long hours and lots of decisions. I love it, but it drains me. As Michael and I got to know each other while we dated, I confessed to him that I needed for. John had grown rather stout during their marriage, and his fingers had come to look a little like sausages, stuffed and without character. He smiled at her again. John had only scowled at her. She wished, as she had so often, that she knew what it was he held against her, and why on earth he had married her. He had seemed to love her so much, she had no inkling why all that had suddenly been reversed. It was over a year and a half ago now that he had walked out on her. About half a year after.