The back of his neck was very wet. He was starting to sweat, his hair starting to dampen from the moisture. As she dared to kiss him again and again, ...she began to lick him, breathing his name softly, ‘Anthony, oh God Anthony…’ He was almost afraid to touch her. He was afraid if he did, he wouldn’t be able to control his urges. Her tongue ran freely around his neck, kissing him and licking and nibbling. He began to moan. He was begging her for more, without words, as he tilted his head, inviting. She quietly responded 'yes' but when I asked if she was scared, she didn't answer. I explained how I had to leave some welts on her ass that I could see the next day, but the pain would subside in a matter of minutes of completion as I was well practiced at administering pain for pleasure.I allowed her one alleviance of current discomfort, being either lowering the tie height from the hooks, or removing the clothes pegs. She chose the latter.I started the intended 25 strokes relatively lightly,. ”He held out his hand, “ID tags.”I smiled and tossed them across the table. He shook his head and thumbed them and then sat frozen. I leaned over the desk as the other passengers from the shuttle watched, “After I check in, you will report to me. Is that clear Junior Sergeant?”He swallowed, “Yes Top!”I took my ID tags back and headed for the hatch as everyone began whispering. I walked into Marauder country and walked into the battalion HQ for Stalkers. I smiled at the pretty Sergeant working. One evening as Brain and I was leaving work, Doug showed up and asked if we wanted to hang out for a while. Following Brain's lead I went along with them to Doug's home. Once inside Doug offered us some punch and begin to tell us about how much money he had made during the day while Brain and I was at work. 'Man I made two hundred dollars before lunch today', Dough begin. 'Those old guys was a buying these little blue pills like they were candy'. Brain asked Doug 'what pills are you trying to.