The man was younger than she had expected; and talland rather gangly as well, with a curly mop of dirty blonde hair. His coatdidn't match his trousers...and neither fit better than the other. He lookedmuch more like Bob Dylan than Bob Newhart. Henry stood and issued a civil smile. "Good afternoon, Miss Burns." "Good afternoon, Doctor," she replied with a polite bob of herhead. "You prefer the chair, or the couch," Dr. Stuart inquired, motioningto both seats. Claudia briefly examined the black. Front and center was the punishment bench and John was locked in and my former sub and lover was now my dirt. The curtain drew back and my hour has now started looking out I could see everyone in anticipation of what was about t happen. Everyone new John and what he done, so nobody was going to feel anything for his woe that was about to onset. Walking in from the back I had a large paddle and a fierce swing and thundering crack and John’s yelp sure got everyone’s attention. He started to. "Hello?... Is anyone in there... This is... -curity guard... is... all right?" The voice coming from the speaker is barely audible and there seems to be too much interference for the whole message to come through.The man rushes to the speaker and pushes the emergency button that allows him to speak with the security guard down below. The frightened woman drags behind him, clinging to his arm as if she couldn't walk on her own."Is this the guard?" the man asks, his voice is deep, and has a. Some were prostitutes who loved my stories about prostitute mothers who broke their sons cherries and made their sons their sexual lovers because it made them feel better and good about how they had corrupted their own young sons; some were from cheating wives who said they took courage from my stories about voyeur men or husbands who loved for their wives or women to have sex with other men and that gave them the strength to reveal to their husbands that while they loved their husbands with.