But I will only because you are the one asking. I honestly would not agree to this if it were Aunt Helen or Aunt Rita asking. We will, however, have...to figure out a time to do this when Patty is not around. I know that you do not want her to know about this.”Aunt Judy looked at me with a quizzical look on her face. “No, Patrick, we do not have to figure out a time for this spanking because it is going to happen right now. We have always told all you kids that spankings come as soon as. “Will you be a good slut tonight for the audience and your new Master?”“Yes Mistress,” Hayden was sore all over from bending over for two hours and displaying her asshole and cunt to the strangers on the Internet as well as the searing pain of the fig.“Whose fault is that?” Betty asked.“My own, Ma’am. I am sorry,” Hayden said.“Sorry for what? That you got caught or that you cost us all this money we don’t have and won’t ever do anything reckless again?” she asked.“Sorry I got caught, Ma’am”. Her present to him had also come under the tree, those new boots wrapped around him for the better part of four hours that night.The memory aroused him.It has always been that way for me:Anger, distress, sadness, physical or mental pain caused Doug to seek out sexual pleasure, or at least sexual release. Yet, he never craved emotional pain for the release. Sex and orgasm were the cure, a pleasurable cure, but just a cure nonetheless. The rush of endorphins, the primal effort, the way the. He had lain in bed wishing for sleep as long as he could and now just wanted to stretch his legs and find a way to occupy the time before morning, hopefully without waking the rest of the house. Though he was grateful for the den-light, he hoped it didn't signal unrest in the house, a sick child perhaps. Maybe someone had simply forgotten to turn the light off, or maybe it had been left on in case someone couldn't sleep, so they could find their way around in the dark. The door was partially.