”“Mom, I won’t.”Ryker walked away texting his friends that they were invited Saturday night. He was looking forward to hanging with his boys. ...e stood out in contrast to his non-conformist parents and older sister. They were hippies and liberal; he was more conservative and mainstream. He enjoyed participating in the “domineering, oppressive patriarchy of organized sports and exclusionary social constructs”.Ryker’s mom feared he was bound to live a life of toxic masculinity. His dad imagined. I could feel it, I could feel my self shrinking in to a muchslender and petite frame. The sounds from my bones shifting were as clearas a bell to my ears.That's when I noticed the burning was moving up my legs ever so slowly.Making me very aware of my manhood. "oh god, oh god" was the only thingthat kept replaying in my thoughts. I had to get out of there, I had tomove. With the burning sensation ever present I peeked out of thechanging room door to see if anyone was around. I knew the. How long was this hideous charade going on?“You don’t think?” “I... I mean, Miss... I wouldn’t...” “Liar!” interrupted Havers. “I don’t think the girl is lying,” said Rosalie primly. “She knows she can get caned for that, don’t you Julia?” “Yes... Miss...” “She’s just trying to display some maidenly modesty,” said Havers with a leer. “I’d bet my bottom dollar she’d like six footmen to roger her!” “Well,” said Rosalie in a matronly way, “she’s not going to get the opportunity. No so long as I’m. "I'm doing fine, man you look hot in that dress, cannot wait to take it off you". He spanks my ass. We sit down, I sit really close to him and he really likes it a lot "I've been thinking about you" I tell him, without any hesitation he places his hand by my vagina and begin playing with it. "Bitch how about you suck my dick" and he pulls it out. I grab him by the hand and walk him to the guest room, I use the cuffs and hand cuff him so that his arms are above his head and his standing in the.