.The room was quiet except for my light sobbing. I lay there across her bed not knowing what was coming next. I was surprised to feel her hands softly...caressing my buttocks. It was almost like she was gently trying to touch the pain away. Her loving hands brought me comfort. The hands that moments before had beaten me raw was now so tender and caring. "Stand up," she said. I stood, but did not turn to face her. My thoughts and emotions were twisted and running wild. It was like a raging a****l. That would be a free ticket out of here. I am almost there myself. I simply need to train my replacement, and I'll be making more money than I ever dreamed of. What do you say? Do you want to be my replacement? I need an answer now." Would I get to travel?" You would with the organization. Paris is wonderful on an expense account." Money ... Travel ... Freedom ... Sure, I don't like these shits anyway. Do I have to wear a collar?" For a while, you will. Then you'll get a collar like mine that. They both met when Alex visited the brothel for the first time with his school buddy. He never fucked any whores but had a good time talking with the manager, Mr. John.“Hey John, how are you?” he greeted him“Well! Well! Well! Look who it is, Mr. Alex Miller himself. What brings you here? Want a whore for the day? Or whores?” he said with a laugh“No man, I have a proposal for you, but I need to talk in private, can I trust you?”Although John was a brothel manager, he trusted him. John was a good. Seconds later Sheila tapped her thigh and Becky immediately bent down across her lap. She was used to seeing the floor come up to meet her as she was so often across Aunty Steph’s lap, but this was different. Her Mum was going to give her a very different spanking. A hard discipline spanking and the first of many. She felt her Mum rub her bottom and readied herself for her first spank, well the first spank from her Mum for many years anyway, and sure enough the rubbing stopped and she tensed.