I don’t want you to come out of the house wearing a baggy top and a pair of jeans, I want you to wear something that makes you feel really good. Wil...l you do that for me?’ ‘Why?’ ‘You said that you would trust me. Now please trust me. I’m not going to do anything that will upset you. There is something that I need to show you. Will you do it?’ ‘Yes, I’ll do it. Can I wear anything I want, even if you might think that I look like a slut?’ ‘Keli, I’ve never, ever, thought of you as a slut. Wear. . to see if Icould affect my own behavior and sense of what felt normal. But thatonly left the question of what to try. I couldn't really think ofanything that Aunt Elyse did that I hadn't tried yet. Then it came tome.I took my time going back to the den and looking at the cigars that I'dseen there. I had never seen Aunt Elyse smoke a cigar and didn't evenknow if this was one of her habits or behaviors that I might gain,though this certainly seemed like an interesting way to find out."Let's. The leather began to take up a steady relentless, pace, swing, splat swoosh splat, regular, consistent, steady, avoiding her still marked and tender breasts, the leather struck wrapping itself around her buttocks, her hips, her belly, legs then hips again. She began to glow, the pain to her an elixir, a joy, erotic like a new skin of warm stinging marks. To her a comforting, warm, stinging experience, an exciting thrill of, being used. She had been whipped time and again over the years, a. I can show you how to play some golf if you want to come with me” I say hoping she is interested“ That sounds great, lets go” she says excitedI grab my golf sticks and we head downstairs and out to my truck without saying a word to each other. I load the clubs into the bed of truck, then her and I climb in to the truck. As I pull away from the campus I figure that I should spark some conversation with her on the ride to the golf course.“ So Sarah, do you have a boyfriend back at high school”.