"What about my caning Ma'am? If ever anyone deserved one it's me today!" You'll get more than enough pain when they flog you later on. Let's just say ...ou owe me! I'll collect in time. You haven't got away with anything - just a reprieve!" Thank you so much, Ma'am. I was so scared this morning - not of a caning and a flogging - I know by now I can take them OK - but all the other things." The "Other thing" that had reduced this usually confident and brave young person to a near wreck was getting. (I refused to use my mother’s maiden name until the divorce became final in hopes that they would have reconciliation. They never did.)I was no longer bed-ridden, but walking around, even venturing outside for short walks (encouraged by my doctors) in the park, wearing a sweater even on the warmest spring days.There were visitors too. Becky stopped by at least once a week. When left alone by my mother, we kissed a little and I fingered her to a fairly rapid orgasm. There were sultry promises of. .''''oh shut up, get in it or i put it on you''''ok ok fine, but im not a girl''''yeah yeah little cock sucker ''throwing me on the couch ripping my sweat pant''get there you little bitch , your so weak , gonna dress you up myself you stupid boy''''mike wtf ill do it''''oh shut up . get your hans off''SLAPmy face hurt i look up and release my boxer Mike big hand rubbing the face he just smacked''good girlyboy , i dont want to slap you girly boy, you need to listen''''now we remove this like. She said, "I'm really not tired - or ready. Let's do something!" I suggested a few things, but she didn't respond well to the options. Susie then said, "I live close to your hotel. Why don't we go there and have a drink?" It was getting late, but I stay so much at this particular hotel they do much to make me comfortable.We went to my hotel and headed for the bar/casino. We had a couple of drinks, and played video poker for awhile. After losing some money at poker and at the bar, I noticed it.