Ein Richter in der roten Robe de Blutgerichtes stieg auf das Ger?st. Er gebot Stille, entrollte ein Pergament und verlas das Urteil. Er f?gte hinzu: ?...er Henker m?ge die Strafe mit seinem ganzen K?nnen und ohne Nachsicht, in ihrer ganzen Grausamkeit vollziehen!? Dieser stieg herunter vom Ger?st und ging auf einen zweiten Karren zu. Er hob einen Holzkasten herunter und trug ihn zum Ger?st. ?Aa! Oh!? ging es durch die Menge, als er den Kasten ?ffnete und die Ger?te herausholte. Drei Zangen zeigte. Next, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chest and stomach. Finally, he undid his pants and slid them down his legs and off, quickly followed by his boxers. He stood before her, loomed over her in his nakedness. Lizzy’s eyes wandered his entirety, but they were drawn to his protruding penis. She followed him with her eyes as he walked towards the edge of the quilt and, once again, dropped to his knees. Kneeling between her legs he began to crawl towards her, his arms on either side of her. After all fate had allowed it to happen right?Night 4 MondayWith happy memories of the previous night Newlyn could not keep his erection down all day. School was only distracting him from what he wanted to think about but it did eventually end. After school he was excited to see Juliana again and tried to contain his excitement every time he looked at Juliana. When he did, it would twitch and Newlyn could not get the thoughts out of his head, not that he tried. The day only seemed to drag on. I didn't sleep at all, of course.My first session of light whip training on Sunday night was an unmitigated disaster. The hardest part was controlling the growth of the whip. If you didn't let it grow, it would fall off. Use it or lose it, so to speak. But that meant that your whip was constantly changing. You had to make constant adjustments in order to effectively use it. And I still hadn't mastered the regular whip.Fortunately, the first part of the day was great. It wasn't that Shawn and I.