She knew the correct answer to this and replied ‘yes master, I deserve punishing more.’ So he continued until he reached 50 hits. At this point he...told her to continue inserting and removing a bead while he inspected his work. Her arse was red with hand prints all over. He was pleased with this and stood watching her inserting and removing the beads for a while. He then told her to insert all the beads and come and sit on the floor in front of the bed. He knew sitting down would make her arse. The shirt was not wide enough to completely expose her budding breast, but her puffy nipples could easily be seen under the light colored cloth.I had decided to take a much needed vacation to visit my grandparent's farm. After my uncle passed away, I discovered he still owned the property, which now belonged to me.Beth, my 13-year-old daughter, and I had set up camp the evening before and planned an entire month of solitude away from civilization. Her mother, my ex-wife, had tried to talk her. "Jill snickered."Okay guys, we have to cut this out," stated Jessica. "If this is going towork nobody can even hint that Courtney is not a girl. And Courtney, youare going to do everything we girls do. That means sitting around in yourunderwear doing your nails, hanging together in the cafeteria to swapgossip, and sitting down to pee -- you name it, everything. From now onyou are a girl. Repeat after me, I am a girl, I am a girl, I am a girl." I am a girl, I am a girl, I am a girl," intoned. " I'll try to use this power only for good," said Meg distractedly. "Candy heart?"I accepted the proffered tidbit. One thing Valentine's Day parties are always good for is candy hearts. They're not quite as much fun as fortune cookies because you can't just add a phrase like "in bed" at the end of every one to make a joke-- at least, I've never found a good phrase for them-- and the themes are pretty much always the same. But I like concentrations of pure sugar anyway; the random words are just.