I like it." I'm sorry if I screamed to loud at first." I liked that too, and the look on your face." So I look pretty in pain?" "Yeah, and even prett...er now. You're a good little fuck, Flowers." You can call me Tyla." It's too much like Tyler. I'll call you Boop, like your tatt." Heslaps my butt. I am a little offended by his choice, but I am happy thathe gave me a pet name. I imagine him as a real boyfriend. "Do you like it, my tatt?" So cute I don't want to forget it." He snaps. Not even the back of my legs escapes herattention.And then she stops. I hear her pick something up. Then I feel her rubbingcold wood on my bottom and I know she is moving quickly to one of thepaddles. And, to my despair and fear, I can tell from the feel of it thatit is one of the paddles I hate. Large, round, and thick, it deliverstremendous force. The fear. Oh god, the fear. In my head I am alreadytrying to bargain and beg. But I know better than to speak the words thatare going through my. They were greeted by a well dressed man in a light blue sports shirt and navy slacks. His jet black hair was combed straight back and, along with his goatee, Marge thought he looked like the devil, but she admonished herself for being so childish. There is no devil. It's all a big fat lie. They tell you that to frighten you. Jack introduced him as Harrison Walters and they shook hands. Marge was surprised when the stranger pulled her hand to his mouth and planted a soft kiss on the back of it.. It enveloped her and hid her femininity wholly. She was petite - about 5’ 2", slim, and probably weighed about seven and a half stone at most, maybe less. She looked nearer eighteen than her age of twenty-four. She had a great figure. Not that you could tell from the work clothes.On a summer’s day, I was in town with my little girl when we bumped into Anna and her mum. Anna was wearing a tight white T-shirt and short denim skirt that showed off her tiny frame beautifully, her smooth, tanned,.