I know you only want toserve me? To make my life better in any way you can, eh?"She had me kneel next to her and watch as she urinated. A small smiled...nced across her face as she took my hand and placed it on the toiletroll. I made ready the paper as she stood and I shakingly wiped her dry,all the while, I whimpered in shame.Lisa stepped aside and I flushed the toilet, but as I went to lower theseat, she stopped me. Pointing, she had me notice a single drop of herurine on the seat."Cleaning is. 1. Most Certainly Caught.First year college, Thanksgiving break. My girlfriend (of about a month) was from upstate New York, about 500 miles from school and typically snowed in by late November; I lived a couple of hours to the south, so she came home with me. There was a regular Wednesday night prayer service at my folks' church, so after supper they headed out for a few hours while Elisabeth and I settled in. I made three seriously bad mistakes: First, misjudging how long the service would. My name is Janet, and your's?" "My name is Marcie." The waiter brought her a menu which she browsed for a few seconds. "Sweet tea, please." The waiter disappeared. "I've been wanting to meet you ever since that day in the elevator. Your friend does have a nice ass doesn't she? I think your's is sexier and your legs are better." I'm not used to having women compliment me and I blushed. "Thank you," I replied. "Yes, my friend does has a nice tush and I think her legs a beautiful." "Don't think. Thats it bitch scream out, and you will bloody well count them and thank me for each one! his hand came into contact with my left cheek harder than before. After screaming out and holding the sobs back I was forced to yell out to him each time as he neared the 15th and final smack. Harder than any beforehand 15, Thank you Master I had my head on the desk crying from the pain my behind felt and the embarrassment from having to call out each one and saying thank you. He slowly rubbed his hand.