I stood for a moment outside Mum’s bedroom thinking about the last few weeks, what they had meant to me, how happy I had been. Taking a deep breath ...I went to her bedroom as commanded and prepared myself for another hard spanking. I went to the drawer, got out the wooden backed hairbrush that had been used on my bottom so many times, at least not exactly the same one as they only last a few spankings, but there was a ready supply of replacements Beccy wasn’t my real Mum, not even related. 'You can be really cute sometimes, you know that?' May laughed but Richard refused to look at her. 'You'd think I was naked or something by the way you are reacting! It's not like you've never seen a naked woman before anyways, I've seen those magazines you think you've so cleverly hidden.' Richard had no response to that and simply hid his face from view by looking even further away, as much as he possibly could still. He pretended to be interested in small dent on the wall his eyes were glued. What's the problem?"She frowned a moment. "Well, um, I think, I need, um, relief?"She was so nervous, it made him want to laugh, to reassure her she was perfectly correct, that he would be more than happy to throw her on the couch and screw her until her little tongue hung out in exhaustion. But he couldn't say that, not out loud. He had to make it look like he was merely doing his job."Oh, I see," he said, frowning mildly. He stood and stepped around his desk, pulling his wheeled chair behind. She hesitated and next second felt a sharp bite of whip across her bare thighs. She squirmed. Mike held her by the neck and bent her over – the cold, horizontal part pushed hard against her abdomen and her breasts hung loosely. One of the men kicked her legs apart – sobbing she gave in, feeling exposed and vulnerable. She felt something being put around her ankles – she looked down and saw a long metal bar between her legs attached to cuffs, which was blocking any attempt to put her legs.