No leeway. Maybe that’s why Kayleigh liked her. She knew where she was with her. “Bitch” I said. Zofia’s face hardened again. I knew immed...ately that was a mistake. I was overconfident. I knew it. I watched as Zofia picked up the cane and pointed to the floor in front of her. As I approached she said “hand out.” I held out each hand in turn and got six strokes on each. I deserved it I knew, Still, it hurt. “Now go to bed.” This time Zofia was decidedly less friendly. I scampered off,. And with that she was following me into the changing rooms when I had to point out it was Male only. The changing cubicles were pretty old, antique even. Wooden, swing doors like on the old western saloon bars, and enough space inside for two, cosy. There was a seat/shelf effort against the back wall, and anyone with a tiny bum could sit on it, just. As it happened the main open changing area was empty, and she dived into one of the cubicles whilst I got my dry clothes and towel from the. Why hadn’t I noticed before? I probably had. But this time, I was different. All my relationships before Jeff had been based on what they could do for me. They might get something they wanted, but there was no real reciprocation. My concept of a relationship had not included mutuality. Now that it did, I was able to look at a man differently, even though nothing about him had changed. Etienne was charming and I could see that with all his qualities, he could be someone it would be possible and. ..Pulling me up so my ass was now up off the bed, I could feel him starting to enter my ass.. I loved to have my ass fucked, but it had to be done right. "Easy, easy, you have to enter me nice and easy, please. Yes, OHHHHHH, that hurts a little, but don't stop!! I want you to fuck me in the ass-I love it!! There you're in, now, start fucking me slow and than gradually pick up the pace. Oh, yes, that's feeling so good, Baby." I loved the way I was starting to feel again. Bruce was.