That would be the last twenty of my punishment. There would be no more of the wire whip.He told them to hit me as hard as they possibly could and if t...hey failed to do that, they would end up in my position and receive twenty strokes.I think Tony Ng was the first sadist I had met. He was a cruel man.Caroline, Rachel, Glenda and Anne all said sorry to me as they were given a thin pliable bamboo cane.He gave them thirty seconds to deliver twenty strokes and if they went over it would be classed. Reaching around her with his other arm, he brought the point of the needle towards the splinter in Donna Marie's hand.In what had started out to be an altruistic offer of assistance, Eddie sucked in his breath as he noticed that as he leaned over her, he had a perfect, look down between her beautiful breasts, nicely cupped in a lacey bra.Peeling his eyes away from the view, he returned to the task at hand. As he gently poked and prodded, trying to coax the splinter from Donna Marie's finger,. ‘Just come and open the door for me.’ I said, ‘Just give me a few seconds to put something on.’ He laughed, ‘Oh, please don’t do that.’ I put down the phone and threw on my silk dressing gown. I ran downstairs and, as I got to the front door, I took a deep breath and opened it. As he came through the door, he bent down to hug me. We both went to the kitchen, and put on a kettle for tea. I could feel him staring at me. It felt like he was undressing me with his eyes. It felt like he wanted to. You're thinking it's me, not Dick.Au contraire. And I can prove it.See, Dick is into stuff that I'm not into."But I thought it was you who wakes Dick up," you say. (Well, you'd say that if you were paying attention. I know I ramble a little, but try to stay with me. The next dirty story is just ahead.)Yeah, Dick's sleeping until he gets a call from my libido, but once he's awake it doesn't take him long to get off in the bushes. Er, weeds. Whatever.Anyway, he gets into some weird weeds. Places.