’ As we head in, you lead me straight to the bedroom and start to unbutton your pants and pull them down. You sit on the edge of the bed and I see y...u’re wearing light blue panties. Then you add ‘I forgot’ and you smile and playfully command ‘Kneel before your goddess.’ I smile a little knowing we shoked about that and I kneel down and you spread your knees and when you do, I actually see a part of the panties are actually darker blue because of the wetness. You see me stare and say ‘Beg your. Once a week or so. She was old enough to be his mother not to mention that she smelled bad, but the brief time that Jim was with her, he could pretend that she was his former love and he found some small comfort in her arms. He wanted his love back. He hated his father. And Jim hated his life of dirty hospital rooms, no money, and the overwhelming hopelessness that he felt. ‘Damn, now what am I going to do for the rest of the evening?’ he thought to himself. Then, he remembered the diary. He. She recalled the many enjoyable times when she would use a martinet to administer severe whippings to her charges, whilst their parents were sitting together on the couch opposite watching the punishments with baited breath.Miss Fould’s, most favoured method of punishing naughty children, was with a martinet a small French whip that has many strands of leather, positioned on their backs with their knees firmly held to their chests by their bound hands. This position affords the spectator a most. "They were wondering if we would be interested in joining them in their room for a nightcap after all this all winds down," she whispered in my ear. I turned and nodded. We joined Timothy and Candace back at our table and Marlene nodded to Candace. Candace looked me in the eyes and a wicked grin crossed her face, "As a bonus the planning commission got suites with fully stocked bars. We can make any drink you would like, Eric, bourbon, scotch, rum and coke, blowjob, you just name it." The last.