I wondered how long she would be. Previously the shortest time that I had been left to wait in this position was thirty minutes, the longest over five...hours.I became aware of my erection again as the memory of Mistress's words rang in my ear. What did she mean severe? how severe?My last whipping, 6 days previously, had been the worst to date, and had me screaming and blubbering with the pain, and I later heard Mistress describing it to her friend as moderate. I loved Mistress, desperately. ‘Ashleigh, would you do me the honor of moving in with me? It would be a lot less travel time and expense if we lived together, don’t you think?’ ‘Oh, Tommy, what a wonderful offer. Yes, of course, I’ll move in with you. When would you like me to move over?’ ‘As soon as you possibly can. I can take any day off this week that would suit you and rent a moving van so we can take your things in one trip. You’ll have to decide what you want to take with you, of course, as I already have a lot of. It was frightening and completely insane.I walked towards the table, where the boy was seated with his friends. He stared at me the whole time. As I got nearer, I nodded in the direction the toilet. The boy nodded back. I’d done it. I made a pass at him in front of his friends and the whole of McDonalds. My heart raced like a train, my hands shook and I began to sweat. Desperate to get out of sight, I rushed to the toilet and hurried inside.It was a small corridor, with doors to male, female. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Brandon counted those three off too, beginning to really cry. “Are you,” SMACK! “ever,” SMACK! “going to have sex,” SMACK! “in my house again!??!” SMACK SMACK! Eddie asked him as he thoroughly hit from the bottom of Brandon’s back, to the tops of his knees.“NO S-SIR!!” Brandon yelled and choked, crying hard now. “Pu-please stop! Take it out!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Don’t tell me when to stop punishing you!” Eddie yelled. He continued to beat him until Brandon stopped.