They were covered in dried blood. On each of my palms were the perfect crescent cuts from my fingernails. I guessed I should get them trimmed.As Simon... came into the room I became suddenly aware that the sheets I on which I lay were soaked, and where I had started feeling warm, I was now feeling chilled.Simon looked quickly at my hands and the damp sheets and was instantly concerned.“Dag, are you okay?” he asked. At last I managed to pry my lips apart to answer.“Pills,” I croaked, waving feebly. Sophie never in so many words admitted the punishment aroused her, but told me that her mother would always place a towel between her knees. My mind’s eye pictured a perfect little anus and a swollen vulva slightly parted with a clear, sticky strand slowly falling towards the towel. The strappings themselves were religiously consistent: three from the left, three backhands from the right and the same again. There were a few accidents when these punishments were first introduced where the tails. I agreed happily & asked 2 days time to prepare.I went through on-line to read some documents and some magazines to understand couple shoot; another exciting weekend. I reached their place in afternoon 3 PM and rang the bell, the girl opened the door and she was wearing skin tight white t-shirt & blue jeans short greeted with smile. She was very fresh with pony tail. Her perfect shared breast attracted me. I went inside then the guy joined us. We spoke for some time, all the time the girl was. He was losing ground in the conversation, and that was where I wanted him. Ive seen the way he responds to me whenever were together, even when other people are around. He wants me. I want him. And Im going to fuck him. Repeatedly. And Im going to have him cum in me. Repeatedly. We both want it. Its going to happen. Repeatedly. And theres nothing, not one fucking thing, that you can do to stop it. So, you might as well bless me and let me get on with fucking him. I cant bless you, Tyler, what.