Angie turned and looked at me, seeing the darkness on me, the color of my life fading. She squeezed my hand and I felt a sudden guilt at the dampness ...in her eyes. At the same time I felt a faint, disturbing jealousy: the pain was mine and I wasn't ready to share it.The church was crowded; black seemed to be the appropriate, predominate color. The mood was subdued, quiet. It struck me suddenly that this was not what Jen would want. She was such a vivacious person, engaging others even if they. I stood there naked, facing her, only inches away.“Susan, meet Mr Penis.”She stared at my penis for what seemed a long time."Well, well. So, this is the little ‘sperm injector’ my mother warns me about all the time. It looks so harmless.”"Surely, you’ve seen other guys. Haven’t you?”“No. Never. Only little babies. Can I touch it?”I nodded. “You two need to get to know one another.”She reached out slowly. Her slender fingers gently touched the tip. Her touch was light and a shiver of excitement. I hope so. Thank you, sir.” THWACK! Stephanie’s dance was uninhibited by any idea of modesty. Her hands reached for her inflammed cheeks, but she stopped herself. While she was still jigging, I touched her bottom with the cane. “Ohhh…five,” she moaned as she forced herself to lie down, spread, and raise up. I really hadn’t allowed her much time. “Very good, Stephanie. I see that with proper motivation, you can learn instantly. What lessons are you supposed to learn from this punishment?” “No. "Sorry..." she whispered, and the wince disappeared, though she didn't know if that were the words or just that she stopped moving him. The long wound on his side still seeped blood — part of it, she was sure, from where she'd removed the shirt."Now his trousers." Sophie told her, slipping on a pair of latex gloves from the chest, frowning slightly when she realised how much bigger than her hands they were."Trousers?" Caerys paused a moment. "Oh, his pants, right." Well, we'll see. Trousers for.