If you really don’t want to, you certainly don’t have to. I just thought it would be fun and that you could probably use the extra money.”“I ...don’t know, Mr. Sullivan,” Mi Cha said. “That not seem right. My mother would be so disappointed in me. Only our husband should see us naked. I would really like the money, but I think it wrong. I would be so embarrassed.”“As I said, Mi Cha, you don’t have to, but if you try it, I bet you’ll find that you enjoy the freedom of being naked. I promise. He kept repeating this action, instinctively my tongue followed. It was over all too soon and we broke apart and I left.I'm going out now – it's midnight. I'll fill you in when I get back.May 11th – Dear DiaryOh my, God, I had the best time of life! I can't stress that enough! So, when I got ready, I decided I wanted to look special. I put on my purple cardigan the waterfall one with the button between my breasts. You're supposed to wear something under, a blouse or T-shirt or something, but I. But it's not like I am going anywhere.Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five. I hear you tell me you are done with the paddle, that I am doing well, to stay still, we are almost done.You set the paddle down and pick up the crop and smack it into your hand. I shudder slightly at the sound, knowing what is to come. Just as with the paddle, the strikes come in quick sequence.One, two, three, four... The crop bites into my already red and tender bottom. Making me groan and tense.Eight, nine,. She rose from his bed like a goddess and took a step towards him. ‘Stop!’ he commanded. Obediently, she complied. ‘Don’t you want me, Michael? After your father died, I needed someone to help me, to care for me. I thought it was you. I thought that you loved me. Was I mistaken?’ His mother seemed close to tears. His heart went out to her. She had taken his father’s death hard, too hard. ‘I do love you, mother. But, could you just leave for a moment, please?’ Obediently, again, she withdrew. How.