"I am Andrea Harold. I have been a bad girl but my man, Charles, is allowing me to finish my punishment tonight after speaking to you. Thank you for l...stening."I have been improperly willful and have not shown proper respect for Charles. In accordance with his mercy, he has punished me emotionally by withdrawing from me. He has punished me physically this afternoon my spanking my bottom. This is the third and final portion of my punishment is this time in which I acknowledge his mastery and my. Not really. They'd know I was walkingby counting them, because I told one it was 'security procedure' once.But mostly my route, well, I watched them in the mirrors, so they'd notknow.I was in my thirties, couldn't find a better job, living in Mom'sbasement working an hourly wage security guard job. You think they'd lookat me and think 'What a hunk'? Besides, there were always a few slickyoung punks with them, dance-bros with smug looks on their faces andhundred-dollar trainers and outfits. They. Her arms were pale white, which made the freckles even brighter. I decided I liked freckles a whole lot more than I ever realized. Becky’s arms were solid, almost muscular and I tried to imagine what she looked like naked. I knew she had been kidding around earlier, but there was no harm in imagining. Just then, someone must have come into the cafeteria that Becky knew. She raised her arm and waved, and as she did, my eyes strayed upward. I did a double take, probably a triple take, because I. "OK, push in a little more, but only an inch," I instructed. She slowly moved her hips forward, driving the cock into me."Are you ok with that?" she asked."How much more is there?” I replied."About 6 more inches, Honey! God, you look so sexy with my 'cock' up your ass!” she whispered."There's no way I can take six more inches of this," I thought. But after a few moments, the pain began to subside, and the pressure began to wane. I purposely clenched my sphincter to gauge if I could stretch to.