I put my hands on her shoulders, and pushed her back. Her lips clung to mine until they parted with a wet slurping sound. She pleaded with her eyes, b...t I just put a slight amount of pressure on her shoulders and ordered, "Pull it out, bitch."Ordinarily, calling Ellen Card a bitch was enough to get a Mike Tyson like face slap. And I have more respect for women than to use that word casually. But when her libido came up, Ellen loved to be treated that way.She squatted and began to reverently. What I've told her is a lot to believe cold turkey, and I've barely skimmed the surface. But since her age regression will be coming from you — as far as she's concerned — how could she stay mad at you? Where else on this Earth could she go to become young again? If that doesn't work, you can always call her to be your mate."Jeff had been absently staring at his hands as he twiddled his thumbs while listening to his Queen. His head snapped around and he stared at her. His mouth would have. Naturally, I was now feared and hated by the class in equal measure. Still, compliance allowed me to make changes to their teaching. They were never going to be highfliers, so traditional education was airy-fairy and of little relevance in their everyday world. I adapted the course content to encompass questions and problems that they would experience in real life. For example, arithmetic and mathematics are far more interesting when couched in terms of purchasing, portion sizes, purchasing and. They promised they would not stop her pain and shame until she gives in.The procedure begins with 4 hard and quick swishes of a thick rattan cane on her bare bottom. She lets out cries of pain at every stroke but refuses to say anything.Now they double the strokes to 8, with no gaps in between each - quick and hard. Still, she won't say anything.They escalated the punishment to 16 strokes, and the poor girl's bottom starts to burn. Still no information is coming from her.The next set is 32 fast.