’ ‘Ashley is the name. Allen, we are here.’ She opened the door and helped me in. She walked me to the couch and sat me down. ‘I’ll go get y...u an ice pack and something to drink.’ She tossed me the phone as she walked to the kitchen. I dialled my home number, no answer. I dialled again, no luck this time either. Ashley came back with a glass of water and an ice pack. She handed me the glass and kneeled in front of me. She held the ice pack on my ankle. ‘You don’t have to do it, I can do that. Butt Slammer took him in his Cadillac and they drove to his place. “Take a seat, fighter of mine. Make yourself comfortable”, he said and he pointed out a big white leather sofa to him. “I want you to sit in the middle” he said. The moment Yangus said down something sprung out of the sofa, like handcuffs and legcuffs, locking him. “Well, maybe not too comfortable”, Butt Slammer said wickedly, “but hey I told ya you was gonna get locked up and loaded.” Butt Slammer climbed up the sofa, Yangus. The reader may assume that Amy and the other characters attend a major university, but it is a fictitious one, located in a western suburb away from the downtown area. My characters’ names also are arbitrary. I was sparing with giving names to my characters on purpose. I chose common first names for everyone. In the cases where I felt I had to provide a last name, I simply used street names from the area where I currently live. My thoughts on erotic discipline fiction in general and influences. To beg for everyone to hear, to thank you for the lesson, and that you will be a good girl.I hesitate, but need to cum. I will do anything for release. "Please Sir Rob, Please fuck my pussy! I am sorry for being such a bad girl, thank you for teaching me a lesson!" I spout all the words at once."Are you sure you learned your lesson?" you tease, putting off entering me."Yes Sir, I learned my lesson! Just please fuck me, fuck me hard, PLEASE!" I beg and plead..You ram your cock into my pussy,.