In future, you'll do what your Master says without question, won't you?" Yes, Sir." O.K. slave. Now let's have you on your knees with your arse in the...air." I hurriedly complied. He stuck the popper under my nose and I took a big hit as he continued, "I'm going to beat you now for your disobedience and you are going to count the strokes and thank me for each one. Understand?" Yes, Sir."I was a wimp before I met him. I had gone to a liberal school where caning was not allowed so I wasn't into. I missed completely and everyone laughed at mywild attempt. As the game went on I did however get better at it andeventually managed to hit the ball. Unfortunately it went straight to afielder and I was out straight away. On defence I played at shortstop asall I had to worry about was catching the ball and passing it to myteammates. The game eventually ended with George's team winning 3-0.After the game it was time to go home, so we all said our goodbyes andwent our separate ways.On the way. On my way home I tried Herb'' number several more times, but got no answer. The closer I got to home the darker my thoughts became. When I turned onto the street our street I saw a cab parked at the curb in front of my house and I wondered about that. Even if the driver would have helped Herb get Wendy into the house he should have been long gone by now.I have absolutely no idea what made me drive past the house and park down the street, but I did and started walking back. I circled the house,. "Get dressed and get out," Peter told Tom. Tom looked at him and laughed. "You're the boss, boss."He climbed off of the bed and went into the bathroom to clean himself up. Donna lay panting on the bed, legs spread wide, cum oozing from between her cunt lips. Peter looked at her again. Yes, this was going to be perfect.Her body was slim, boyish with 36C breasts. Her face had that androgynous look that fashion magazines loved so much in the 1970's. With her makeup on, she was exquisitely feminine.