“And what do you think should happen, when somebody doesn’t do what they’re told?” The man asked. She could feel his breath on her face and kn...w that he was right in front of her.She swallowed hard, knowing the answer he wanted. “They- they should get punished,” she managed just barely, her voice strangled.“I think that’s a good idea,” the man said, and she could feel a hand at the base of her spine, just above her ass. “Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl?” She nodded. "Please remove your shoes and place your left ankle on the anvil, Mrs. Cochrane." Shedid so without looking. She felt the cool clasp of titanium on her ankle forthe first time and heard him slide the rivet home through the twin flanges. Clang, clang, bing. "That's one," Godfrey said, kneelingat her feet. "Now your right ankle, please." Bing, bing, clang. "Done." Opening her eyes, she watched as he attached the 60-inch chain to the centreof her ankle links with a special tool and held out her. He tried again and it was picked up on the fourth ring, Bea answered, Hello? Hi honey, its dad. Dad? She sounded worried, Are you okay? I heard you two this morning. Is everything alright? Its fine sweetheart. He lied. Is your mother there? Shes over at Johns, been there since you left this morning. Dad? Yeah? He sighed. I saw that result thing. Is it true? Looks like it might be. He replied, dejected. Me and Melissa? Dad what happened? Why? How? Dad? I cant tell you now honey. Tell your mother. Yard Boy’s Birthday Gift§§§I have been busy these past few weeks. I spend a great deal of time in counseling sessions getting to know more of the boys. I say boys, they are all 18-20 years old. The word has spread about my proclivity for younger men and I've become rather popular. I've also been going over to the skate park. I usually go down during the day and do a few hand jobs or maybe a quick fuck or two, or three. I never get enough and there are lots of eager young things for me to play.