I smiled as she pulled one bead out then pressed again, sending the next two beads steadily into her asshole. "Oh... Ohhh..." "Caress your clit." She... instantly reached between her legs as if not needing the direction. As if it was the most natural thing in the world to do at that point. Yes, My girl was a slut. My slut. My own personal fucktoy. I had to smile again. Two fingertips reached for her clit and stroked slowly up and down its length. I continued directing her. "Rub it harder. Pinch. When we are in this room, your not allowed to wear clothes unless I say so. Your not allowed to look me in the eye unless I say so. I will shave your pussy and it will stay trimmed. You will have your hair pulled up in a bun when we play. If you don't follow any of my rules you will be punished. No amount of begging will get you out of it either, so don't think that if you whine you'll get out of it. And you will call me Sir. Do you understand my rules?”I just stood there , not knowing what to. Sue should be in the middle, and I want to see all of you bent over." When I returned with the paddle, it was nice to see three pink bottoms sticking out, ready for another spanking. As I went over to my wife and put my fingertips into the waistband of her panties, I said, "I always spank my wife on the bare." Then I slipped her panties down to her ankles. Next, I grabbed the waistband of Jill's panties. "Please, this is so embarrassing. Can you please spank me with my panties on." . By the time you read this sentence, so many events with potential historic signification happen all across the New Republic that they could not all be recorded, even if we devoted each and every of our computers to that task. Therefore, as we 're'-tell History, choices must be made. Some events must be discarded as not significant enough; others must be emphasized in order to be thoroughly understood.This time, we have strived to provide our readers with a different, original, perhaps shocking.