? ?I want you to pick the instrument I will punish you with,? mother looks at me intently as I scan the items before me. There was a time when ...I was a young boy that she had told me to go get the belt that would be the implement of punishment. That time I had picked a cloth belt I knew wouldn’t really hurt. I still have the hairbrush in my hand, but I place it among the other toys, and pick up a paddle that I think will suit my need for penance.I sheepishly present it to her.?This. Well when he reached 18 he had to leave foster care. And even through his foster parents were willing to pay for his college he didn't want to cause them any trouble so he joined the army. Stayed for the minimum enlistment time and got out. His inheritance did not make him a millionaire but he thought he had enough not to worry. The story starts two years after he left the army. A turning point in his ordinary life which he was starting to get bored of.One of his officers who he was closes with. Even so some of the other officer have mention it and we all talked about it all over each among ourselves. Finally, its 430am and well is my time to have a lunch break. I make my way to the back hallways of the executive suit area is the ONLY area that does not record and no one single camera for a least more than 8 hallways is clear from view of the camera is a lot of the officers “hiding’ away area we all have a spot there or here we go to hide away from the cameras and the CCTV unit that. Suddenly his weight left the bed and she saw him reach to unbuckle the thick leather belt that was looped through his jeans. She had not expected this, but was too excited to object when he started to lightly trail the end of the belt down her back, over her buttocks and then up and down her legs. She closed her legs involuntarily as the end of the belt teased her cunt, only to receive a growl of displeasure from him and a sharp slap on the bottom from the belt as he reached to spread her legs.