At first, the words didn't register with him. The blonde who had strapped and caned him steadied his shoulders with a firm grip while her partner gent...y massaged his upper back. They did this for several minutes, allowing him to breathe and recover some before unshackling him from the horse. It took some time, and repeated assurances from the women, for him to come out of his pain- and endorphin-induced fog enough to realize his ordeal was over.One on each side, the women helped him stand up.. She WILL obey and like this. “Stop!” he says so loud he surprises himself. The movement beneath him ceases. “I don’t want to hurt you…. but I will if the situation calls for it. Now obey what I say and I will let you live through this. Understand?” “…….” No response.Her unwillingness angers him. He slaps her across the breasts with his right hand, as a loud, resounding SMACK echoes in the darkness. “Yes, Yes, YES! I understand…don’t hurt me, please! I’ll do what you want…just don’t hurt. From what she heard from Uncle Harry, it sounded like I was someone who was loyal, and trustworthy. She asked me outright if I was willing to help keep her private life secret, and I nodded my head reassuringly. She smiled one of her radiant smiles, and said she was glad, because she really thought I was cute, and she hoped we could have some fun together.When Harry returned with the tea service, he proposed that we keep our first session simple. We would limit ourselves strictly to our. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Mico (as his friends called him), kept popping up everywhere - at the corner of the hall, by the street waiting for a cab, and even worse, in the same classroom as me. I tried my best to ignore him, but it was useless. I was steadily falling for him. One day, I finally got the courage up to approach him.“Um…hi.”“Hey.”“I…um…I was just wondering. Do you…do you want to…”“Want to what?”He chuckled as a smile grew across his face.“…be…um….group.