“I think we better get inside to take care of things,” Daniel said. I did not know what you meant, but again his tone made me quickly open the do...or, and we walked in.Daniel took my hand and lead me to the couch, and he sat. “Lizzy, you have been a bad girl today, so I am going to have to spank you.”What? Was Daniel really going to spank me? I feel myself begin to throb and drip at the idea. I had never ever told anyone, but this was one of my favorite fantasies when masturbating, and it. On one Saturday evening last fall my friend Missy and I had planned to go dancing, she loves to go downtown meaning Cincinnati to let her hair down let's just say. It was about 4 p.m. and I started going through my closet's looking for something to wear when my husband suggested a nice top with some tight jeans and heel's would be more than appropriate I agreed settling on a red silky top a tight pair of Levis and a pair of red 5"stilettos as I started to pull my jeans up my husband suggested I. A hospital volunteer came into the room with a wheelchair. He said, "Are you ready to ride out?"I decided to test him. I said, "I can walk."He paled. "I can't let you though. It's the hospital's rules. On top of that, everybody will be watching you and I would get into trouble."I said, "Okay, I'm ready to go home." I sat down and Britt leaned in to kiss me. We headed out. When there was room, she walked beside me holding my hand. When we turned a corner, I saw my parents holding hands as they. “If I have a choice at all, Don… um, may I call you Don?” “No, you may call me... Sir.” “Hmmm, okay then. Sir, I would prefer not to have a cage put on my cock. It sounds painful.” “Yes, I’m sure it can be painful, although it does depend on what size cage Lorie picked up; I’m not sure they make cages that tiny, so your little friend there might not feel any pain at all.” “Hey!” I started to insist that he take that back, but the suddenly irritated, angry look on his face stopped me. Then Lorie.