Is that all right?” I asked.“Yes, of course. There’s a little mud when you cross the fence line, so watch your step,” she said. “Uh, when yo...’ve finished your run, why don’t you stop back and join us for something cold to drink. Say in an hour?”“Thank you, ma’am. And uh ... Merry Christmas, everyone.”I took off and headed down the long drive toward the road. An hour-long run was going to be more than just the mile loop through the woods. I settled into a swing pace that was about a minute a. Alright, tell me your story.”I told him everything from the arrest to ending up here. I explained how I had no wife, no kids, no money, no house, no business, no patents, no life, and was supposed to be a pedophile.“Supposed to be... ?”“The court found me guilty,” I said softly. “I have no idea where the evidence they used against me come from. Anyone, and I mean anyone, who does that to a child should have his dick cut off and shoved so far up his ass it’ll need to be surgically removed.”“You. Aaron wasted no time exploring my body with hands, rubbing my legs and back. With surprising expertise he undid my bra and pulled it away from my chest. He kissed and kneaded my breasts slowly. I began to move my hips ever so slightly, I could feel Aaron’s cock pushing up against me. He reached down to rub my hips and squeeze my butt as I moved, getting wetter all the while. ‘You know mister, I believe you owe me some riding lessons.’ ‘I have a better idea, follow me.’ I reluctantly extricated. It was bearable though. Just. The strokes continued and as the cane bit in to her bottom each time she screamed out in pain. There was never a doubt about when the next stroke would land. Somehow the regularity helped her. Not with the pain. That was intense. The evenly spaced out strokes made it easier to take. The pain though as the strokes continued was ever more difficult to cope with. Yes, consistently painful she supposed as yet another hard stroke cut in to her bottom. Katherine saw the.