I used to wear my hair up in a pony-tail, but recently have taken to swirling it in a comfortable bun at the back of my head. I decided to move on fro...m the pony-tail because my former boyfriend Carl had gotten in the habit of pulling my head back when he was doing "it" to me from behind by grasping my pony-tail and yanking it back and in every direction making me sink a little further down on his shaft.Unfortunately, the well-hung Carl and I split-up 15 minutes after I caught him giving his. I wish you would stop and kiss me better but I now know what you meant by punishment. There will be no kisses of pleasure tonight.Your tenth and final spank land again on my pussy. The sound of the hard slap against my wetness hangs in the room until I say "ten."I don't move for a few moments, just recovering on your desk. You put down the ruler beside me and go and sit in your chair, not saying a word. Realizing that not moving soon to follow your next instruction might lead to further. They'd given me a choice. I could promise to be silent for two days, responding only to direct questions, or they would silence me with a ball-gag. Me? Silent for two whole days? Now that was a challenge, and you know how I feel about challenges. But, to make it even worse, Mom had made a bet that I could do it without the gag, the wager being seven consecutive days of servitude for the loser.Unless specifically asked, if I spoke a single word this weekend Mom would be Mistress Elaine's slave. "She nodded in reply and he continued. "I do know what you mean. I have been on that end of life many times, pounded mercilessly by circumstance."She thought so, now wondering for the first time about the kind of problems these average guys have. She thought that being in the middle of the road like that took away the all of the major conflicts in life. Sara was a pretty girl and kept herself in very good condition by running and playing racquetball. In high school, she had been on the cheer.