This position also thrust her breasts out invitingly. I tied her ankles to the perpendicular member of the cross, so she could shift some of the weig...ht to her legs. But this was still a much more agonizing and authentic crucifixion than her earlier position where she was really standing on the floor. Now she had to support most of her weight with her shoulders.I whipped her for a while to see how she would react and was gratified to see how much more vulnerable and helpless she was. She. So, the pattern of my addiction was set. Twice a quarter, at carefully planned, but apparently random intervals I did something rude, crude, or socially unacceptable that got a note sent home to dad, my bottom warmed, and that got me wound up tight.“This continued through Elementary School. In Middle School, I had to be more creative and press the line that if crossed would earn me a trip to the Head Master’s office.“I threw water on Mary Cosgrove’s white blouse in the loo, and the white cotton. Some of the men started to grab and slap her ass and she just loved it. Around 1am when most of the people at the party left I notice that there was about 5 men still at the party and I knew why they were still there.I told my mom that I was tired and I was going to bed. Now I wasn't tired I just wanted to see what those men were going to do and I knew they weren't going to do it in front of me. I went upstairs for a couple of minutes then snuck back down stairs and went into the laundry room. One day, she was in a room with Clyde, and he started in about how her tits could not be real, they looked so fantastic and perky. Janet argued that they were very real, and if she ever let him touch them he would know. He said that now was as good a time as any and Janet just laughed nervously. Clyde stood up and walked behind Janet, bending down a bit behind her and running a hand up under her left tit. Janet was somewhat in shock, and asked what Clyde thought he was doing, and he said he was.