"The belt, NOW," shouted Gina and this time Ryan undid the belt and after a slight delay, handed it to his mother.Gina folded the thick belt over and ...hen pointed to Ryan's trousers, "Drop them," she ordered."Look, mum, I am sorry," said Ryan although part of him was relishing what was happening. He knew that he could resist but he did not want to resist, he wanted his mother to belt his arse.Gina just glared at him and he undid his trousers and dropped them to his feet revealing his underpants. My sunken form is no longer human by any stretch of My mind and retains its shape only through my will, which dwindles still. I call the sun. I summon it by its Name. Description is never adequate for this feeling, for it is not a feeling. It is a new state of being, a paradigm unlike any other. I am lifted from the seat of depression and loneliness and given a new gift. Hope. Then, faults in the small piece of the whole that I am, healed, I awaken. I Awaken. And the horizon of my dwelling. Five minutes, that's it." Jesse followed me back to my room wearing just his boxers and a wife-beater. If I'd only known then what we were getting ourselves into.I sat down and put my headset on. I cringed a little when I noticed that all my "tools of the trade" (dildos, bottles of lube, a few butt plugs, etc.) were s**ttered around in plain view. Fuck it, nothing I could do about it now."Hi, BeaverMan, look who I found."'Welcome back, Monique. I'm glad to see you have company. Requesting a. Her skin turns red from her rough treatment and the streaming hot water but she has to scrub me off her. She can still feel me on her skin, my scent, my touch, she needs to get it off her. She scrubs and scrubs, it's not going away, I'm not going away. Becky sinks to the floor, pulling her knees up to her chest and cries, she doesn't think she will ever be able to get away from me, not until I'm done with her. After some time she makes her decision, this has to be the last time she feels sorry.