The soft touch of leather whispers along my breast. It is time. My nipples tighten with anticipation of the coming strike. Seconds turn to minutes; hi... cruelty is only matched by his patience. He strikes my left breast first. My pussy clamps with the shock. One after the other, he marks what is his. His lash paints the picture of his desire. With each strike my body turns to liquid fury. My need only stilled by the needs of my master. He increases his intensity; I can feel the reins of his. Tyrone’s dad, Mr Brown, would sometimes come to the park to help us with our preparations. During the training at school, I just did the necessary time to maintain my position in the team. I would help some of the other athletes while I was there, in what they needed to do to improve their track times. It seemed that the coach never quite helped any other member of the team, except his son. However, he did provide his athletes with energy tablets to make them stronger. We all accepted them just. I opened the piece of paper and it said, "Former Schoolteacher. Sally." and it had her phone number on it. At first I wasn't sure what had happened to me, but I bought the wooden paddle cutting board and the wooden spoon set. By the way, the cutting board and spoons had a Martha Stewart as the name brand. As I walked back to my apartment, I was wondering what might happen if I call this woman. After all, I am now a successful businessman in my thirties, and I am no longer a naughty. I had no idea what he meant. Maybe it was something like a spanking, I thought. I half expected him to answer me. Maybe they couldn't read all my thoughts or maybe they just didn't bother, since there were so many of them. The human brain would be on overload with their own thoughts as well as mine. I just didn't know, but maybe I could slip something past them now and then.Probably not, the voice said.I heard running water, so I severed the link, at least I stopped listening and went looking.