Penis just flopped around a little inside John's pants. A few times a day, right hand pointed him just before John let the pee out through him. Every ...ay or two in the bath right hand brushed over him quickly with some soap and a rinse.If a hand was mad it could hit something, if a foot was mad it could stomp. But what could a penis do? Nothing! He wished he was dead. But he couldn't even have a decent fantasy of killing himself -- he was just way too incompetent.Then things started to. You moaned in obvious disappointment when I stopped, so lost in your submission that you were eager for the pain."Don't worry, baby," I said soothingly. "We're just getting started."The belt made a loud swish through the air and a satisfying smack as I delivered the first real blow of your whipping. You whimpered and moaned as I continued to beat your ass with a steady rhythm, loving the sounds and the red welts that the belt raised on your cheeks. After about twenty firm strokes, I paused. As he walked through the door my heart raced and standing close to the door in the dark as to shut and lock the door behind him, he was unsure of what to expect and he seemed unnerved. Why wouldn't he this was not the woman he was used to. He immediately took me into his arms but I pushed away licking my finger putting it to his lips and whispered shhh. I walked him to a chair and told him to sit down. I had contemplated . You need to improvise more.” I guessed she was right. Saturday night when we crawled into our tent, there was no question about who was sleeping where. Em was flying out to San Diego Sunday afternoon and shared her warmth with me as we made love much of the night. More or less quietly.When the troupe returned to the booth after our first afternoon performance, we found Emily packed and ready to go. Betty had kindly volunteered to drive her to the airport. We each—Desi, Brittany, Sophie, and.