The next afternoon, Friday, Joyce returned and he spent a lot of histime attending to her needs. He had to serve her meals, fetch andcarry any items ...she wanted from other rooms, learned to help bathe,dress and undress her. She was very demanding but nothing onerous,especially as the tablets he was taking seemed to do their job. Hecouldn't imagine the pain he would get from erections in his chastityas he dealt with her most intimate needs.He found that she smiled in the most attractive way as. I started people watching in the mall, and I started finding guys around my age looking for BJs and cock. We could go to Davisons and get in the stalls and play without interruption. But if I went in the restroom just to cruise, there was very little action. Once I made eye contact with a Marist high school student my age while we were in the men's clothing department, and we went to the men's room. He was wearing his school uniform (gray slacks and a blue Oxford shirt) and he sucked me until. Panic. Freeze. Hesitate for a moment before I see dark shape back away and pull out shiny grey shape and point it at window. Head hits floorboard as I duck off the seat. Gunshot rings out. Screams. Bullet catches me in leg. Pain. Pain. Options left me are few, so I spark the lighter. Only smart thing about whole day was drilling small hole in gas tank and parking taxi over flattened cardboard boxes. Gas soaks in cardboard all day, dries fast, keeps dripping. Pitch lighter out window before next. The wooden ruler hurts. I don't really want to be spanked with that. I hope you'd use your palm. I bend over and slide my panty till my ankles, but you stop me before I step out of them and tell me to stay in that position. You trace your finger in a line from my bum crack to my cunt and scrape my clit with your thumb. I shudder from the touch. You tell me that you want me to bend over your knee. I cross my fingers... hoping you won't use the ruler. No such luck. The first smarting blow falls.