She continued rubbing me in silence, ignoring my muffled groans of pleasure.“Did you enjoy being punished?” Louise asked quietly.“Yes, Miss. But...I thought that it would be more than just a caning.” I stared at the wall and tried not to think of Louise’s hands gently stroking my cock and balls.“What do you mean?” She stopped rubbing and placed her warm hand on my exposed bottom, waiting for an answer.“Well, I expected you to put me over your knee and spank me with your hand or slipper before. We had a nice dinner and some drinks... a bit more than we should but it was fun, Herbert would rub my back and my legs as we sat at the table, and he would hold me close and massage my ass as we danced, a couple of other men cut in on us so I danced with them also, they were rugged looking black men, it looked strange me a 50 year old sightly over weight white women dancing with guys who could be my sons, Herbert told them he was my husband so things didn't get to out of hand, although they. I imagined what they felt like under my hand. I’ve wanted to touch you for so long. You are so beautiful baby.” He began to reach for my top and pulling it up. “No, Rick. Ed. Stop please. I don’t want to continue. Just stop please. Yes it feels good but it’s not right. I’ve got to go. Let me go.” I tried to stand up but Ed held my arm and would not let me leave. Rick reached again for my top and began to pull it up. I squirmed and wriggled trying to stand up and keep my shirt from. My life revolved around sex though I knew I should become a more productive member of the society. My engineering skills would be useful to improve everyone's lives."You have inseminated every woman," Stephen informed me that morning.My first thought was to say something like, "When I take on a project, I complete it" or"It's been an incredible pleasure and I do mean pleasure". Instead I just nodded and tried to look thoughtfully regal."Many women are with child," he continued.I smiled. I knew.