. ?"Willow tried to count what that would mean. She was beginning to shake."Ma'am that would be 22 stokes." Willow was almost sobbing."Really? What ab...ut your incorrect count. What about that? I asked you how many you had coming and you got that wrong. That means the count doubled."44 strokes punishment are due." Page pronounced.The bald slave fell to her knees and began to plead, but Page cut her off."Silence. Let that untrained mouth start blabbing and you will end up with a hundred strokes. He smiled at me, and I notice him repeatedly looking at my crotch. I said "I'm afraid it doesn't cover enough down there", and I realized it felt a bit loose in that area too. He was openly staring at my barely covered pussy now, and said "it covers most of everything". I turned around to look at myself in the mirror and saw it just covered my lips, and was certainly loose... if looked at from an angle, you'd probably see way more than should be shown. I could see his reflection in the mirror. ”“I had clothes like that in college,” she said, thinking back to those days. “When I started clerking I felt like they were too casual, so I stopped wearing them.”“Do you still have them?” asked Bob.“Oh, no. I gave them to The Salvation Army years ago. They probably wouldn’t fit me anymore anyway.”“You must have been as skinny as a rail back then,” said Bob.“I have gained a lot of weight,” she said.“Well it looks good on you.”“Why do you say things like that?” she blurted.“Because they’re. It was early that Saturday morning when I awoke to the dreadfully loud knocking of the door, on the other end I heard the sexy voice of my sweetheart Mom.Mom: Good morning sleepy head, drag your ass outta bed. Me: what’s the time mom?Mom: 8:35 honey.Me: Oh! Fucking asshole momma!Mom: Come on honey! You have to go to the school.Me: ok, I’m getting up right now.Looking at the clock through half-closed eyes “yes it is″. I had been up until about 2:00 this morning after a beautiful day of shopping.