Sometimes, when the paddles really stung me, I would try to stand up. Nancy would then put her hand on my back and say, “Stay still and present you...r ass for a spanking. Otherwise, I will add more time on the clock.” So I would grit my teeth and stay bent over. In spite of how much the paddles stung my poor bottom, Nancy would keep me sexually excited by playing with my penis and balls with her riding crop. Also, the crop was able to reach the tenderest parts of my bottom. My whole lower. I put the letter safely away and I hung the dressin my wardrobe. I hadn't dressed up in a while. I freely admit I tried toforget about it, I tried to forget about my past. I slept restlessly thatnight.I tried to live my life normally, but knowing that the dress was there.And after a few days of agonising about the dress I finally made up mymind that I had to try it on. But I decided that if I was going to wearthe dress. I was going to prepare myself properly.That meant removing all my unwanted. I saw Tom rubbing his cock under the covers. I was getting really sleepy so I said to Tom. "Hey I am going to sleep, turn off the TV when you're done". I flipped over facing away from him and fell asleep. Sometime a few hours later I happen to wake up out of a really nice dream I was dreaming I was screwing this beautiful girl. When I woke up I noticed something strange Tom was asleep too but he was next to hugging me spoon fashion as he probably hugs his wife. Once I realized what was going on. Everyone was breathing through their mouths and taking shallow breaths. Despite that, they all watched him warily.He would have smiled to himself if he were here for work. They were reacting to him on a subconscious level, unaware of why he gave them the willies, even if they knew why he was there.He was at the sheet. Once white, it was now mostly the deep, deep red of a spilt life. He was used to seeing the results of crime and as a reporter for the Cathrach Dorcha News' crime desk he thought.