A few days later I was sleeping in my room. It was morning time. I was awake before Rioti would come to clean the floors. So when it was time for her ...o come and wipe, I moved my blanket away and slept in short boxers only, where the bulge of my junk was showing. My boxer was of thin white material so my was almost visible. I pretended to be sleeping but I kept my eye open slightly so that I could see her reactions.She opened the door and gave a small shriek and stood there in silence, her eyes. I hear you in the bedroom and I walk to the threshold - the lights turn low and I suddenly cannot see you.But I then feel a hand reach across my jeans - to find the outline of my erect cock - and I look down as you kneel down in front of me - you sensuously unbuckle my belt and slide my jeans down - my cock is straining against my boxers and you plant a warm wet kiss on it through the fabric. I feel like I am going to explode and you're making me so hard my cock aches and jumps in rhythm with. Split from Great Lie by a mere field, it had a main street, two side lanes and a village green that a brook ran through.“Outside the wood, He rules my life. I stupidly let him do it. I go where he wants me to go. I dress how he wants me to dress. That part isn’t so bad, as he likes to show off my body, likes it when there are jealous stares. And when he doesn’t want me, or is away on business, I stay at home. I’ve found out his friends have a nickname for me. Candy. That’s not my name.”It was. The apron she had given me to wear only covered my front, so she had full view of my bare ass, no doubt a bright shade of pink by now. I was now half way through the punishment she had prescribed for my earlier attitude problem. I played back the first spanking in my head as she ate. I recalled the shame I had experienced as I stood next to her like a naughty little boy waiting for the family bathroom to be free, wooden spoon in her hand. I thought about the second spanking she gave me when.