There is a finger on my anus. It runs something slippery across me. I kneel, keeping still. The finger slowly penetrates. It rubs round and round. My ...sphincter relaxes in spite of me. And then the finger is replaced by something else. Harder. Wider. They press, gently but constantly. I do all I can to relax. A dildo slides into me and there is someone on the other end of it. She mounts me. Holds me firmly round the waist. More noise in front of me and then my head is once more pushed towards. " When conversation ceased again, I began to think of my plan. She had opened up, which meant that she felt completely at ease. This might just be too easy. I actually hoped it wouldn't, what fun was it without a bit of a fight? The struggle, the fight, the screams, pleads and prayers...my dick twitched just from the thought. Thankfully we were approaching my house now. It was a modest, one-story brick house, painted white with the paint flaking off in more areas than not. A couple of the. He looked so menacing, so alpha, in this moment, I barely even dared to breathe. Unbidden, a memory of him disciplining me as a kid surfaced. He used to spank me so hard, I couldn’t sit for a week straight. Now I feared he would break me into pieces like plywood over his knee, so I willed my hands to stop trembling and I pulled down my pants, socks and panties. I let the items pile down on the floor and I used my hands to cover my tits and pussy.“I said show me,” he breathed.I closed my eyes. Madgereturned to her dresser drawer and came back with a pile of lingerie. Icouldn't figure out what was going on but soon learned as Madge laidout the lingerie on the bed. "Punish him good Madge" Ruth said as shelooked on "teach him a lesson so he will learn it's not nice to look upladies skirts" she finished. Then strangely enough, Madge seemed to take my side!"Now Ruth" she said, "little Timmy here did do something wrong but allgrowing boys can be curious you know" she continued as she.