We ate ‘French’ – cheese, biscuits and most importantly, a bottle of wine. Each. And then we went to bed, and did as we had done the night befor..., framing deep and full rest with two sessions of love-making. During our walk on Saturday, we had agreed that I would not stay around to meet Daisy (and Jim!) on Sunday. Em cheekily suggested we should be going to church to ask forgiveness for our nights of obscenity and debauchery, but we’ve done nothing wrong, on the contrary, it felt very right. He said “I will fuck your ass you fat fucking cunt, But first I am going to give it a good fucking spanking for you having the cheek to ask me to fuck something as disgusting as you.”My Master pinned me down over the couch arm lifted my skirt pulled my panties down and said “Now fucking beg me to spank your ass, and tell me what you are.” I started to beg saying “please spank my ass, please master spanik my ass, I am nothing but a cum dump and pain slut, Please master spank this fat pigs ass. We had chatted about the normal things Mums and daughters talk about but the more we talked, the more I became sure there was an important subject waiting to reach the surface and that it involved her boyfriend, a person I had grown to like well.Izzy and Steve had got together in her first term at University. They had met through one of the many sports clubs they both belonged to. Steve was a year older than Izzy but on the same course; tall, sporty like her, bright and good looking. Pete and I. I am in a white room. The light is not too bright. A nurse is sitting on a chair reading a magazine next to me. My vision seems to be disturbed and I can't really see properly. While I can see the nurse clearly, I can't make any sense of the magazine she is reading. None of the letters look right...I try to look around the room. I can turn my head, even if I cannot move my body much. The floor has blue sparkly non-slip vinyl covering. The walls are white tiled. There is one door, also white..