Micheal pulls out a Tupperware container, opening the top. She quirks her lips looking at the hour' derves left over from the party Myrtle threw for h...er and Jarod 2 nights ago. She sits down at the table with the container and a carton of orange juice and proceeds to stuff her face with lobster puffs, mini-quiches and tiny sandwiches she guesses are made of cream cheese and pineapple. Micheal suddenly jumps up running back upstairs and to their bedroom. She comes back down about 5 minutes later. .and why all these years later it still resonates such a deep rooted impulse within me.On the outside I give no clues to my kink I don't wear rubber or live in a cage...I don't have memories of a traumatic c***dhood it was annoyingly idyllic.However as a boy I noticed this growing trend the mild excitement on hearing or seeing a pupil thrashed by a teacher or reading my comics depicting spanking in its cartoon form.I never intentionally misbehaved to get walloped it seemed to happen at school. Every week we watch the soccer match together. One week it will be my apartment, one week it will be hers. I always provide the chips, veggies, and dip. She always provides the beer. The Saturday I am going to tell you about we were at her house. I noticed she was drinking more than I had and was getting tipsy. She was wearing a very short skirt and spaghetti strap tank top. I could tell she didn’t have a bra on. Her nipples got hard when the material moved across them. I was getting a bit. With a shock, Rebecca realized the gate wasn’t there. No oval hung in the air.“What? No!” she cried. Circling the space formerly occupied by the portal, she discovered no telltale line drawn on the air; running her hands frantically through the empty space yielded no hard surface. Leda had taken the gate.“No!” she screamed again. “Leda!” Grabbing the tote, she hurled it through where the gate should be, watched it fly spinning through the air, haphazardly disgorging its contents across the.