Her name was Alice and she had recently turned eighteen with very little fanfare and no physical change in her personality or attitude.The Willowbee's...daughter Alice was a bit odd.She liked to wear black lipstick and was hooked on the lyrics of bands that professed close relationships to creatures like Vampires and other dark horrors of the night. Her parents were used to hearing her depressingly loud music and her "doomsday" comments made with officious pronouncement like some appointed keeper. " Pausing for my drink, I studied his face.He was still confused. "My man likes to watch me get well fucked," I spelled it out. "I will teach you what women like and how; he will teach you how to control yourself, and you get your rocks off. This will only be a short-term thing. I suggest you think long and hard about this. It must strictly stay between us."I drained my cup while watching disbelief join the expressions crossing his face."How old are you, anyway?" I asked."Twenty-three," he. Yourpunishment would be that I would never love you and I will now humiliateyou so that you would realize the insult and leave me forever."I knew Raj was in anger so I did not argue and allowed his anger to restbut Raj was not going to cool down. The next day, he shouted in thehall, "Shalu, where are you, come here." I immediately ran to him andasked him what happened and then he shouted, "You will touch my feeteveryday and now go and bring my shoes and put it in my feet." I wentand brought the. This was just as much about the sex as the pain. I came to a decision. “Ready?” “Yes, sir.” SWAK! But this time only half as hard. I still saw the new pink welt, still saw the erotic rippling of her cheeks as they absorbed the blow, only this time I was now able to focus on other things: the sway of her breasts, the change in the voicing from one of discomfort to one of sensuousness. “Ooh! Twenty one, sir. Thank you, sir.” SWAK! Again, a lighter touch. “Ooh! Twenty two, sir. Thank you, sir.”.