“AAhhhouch,” I yelp. “Shhhh,” she tells me, “or I promise it will be worse, and stop squirming.” Without a pause my left cheek is on fire....I try my best not to move or make a sound, sometimes whimpering into the pillow.She continues with the strokes, alternating sides and with nonstop comments in a choppy rhythm to each strike. “I will Not. Be Treated. This Way.Anymore.You will fix your Attitude. On your Own. Next Time. Or this will be your Punishment.Do you Understand?!” This goes on for some. " "Let's go," I said, ignoring his words and my own shame. "Feel free to bring your wife here anytime you wish," he said. "I'll show her a really good time." "Shut the fuck up," I said, pissed now. Yes, I was turned on by his dick, which confused me. Yes, I'd ever so briefly imagined him fucking my wife. But no, no way in hell, would I ever allow him to fuck her. Nor would she ever agree to it. "Whatever, man," he shrugged. "Just trying to do my community service by pleasing white women the way. I had other friends in the neighborhood but I was closest with my sister. She had nice long blond hair and blue eyes. I was very protective of her and would watch for her at all times. We were very hard to separate especially as young kids.We often played with each other after school. We would play with our toys or watch tv while the sitter kept an eye on us. One of the activities we would do was wrestling. Our dad was a wrestler in college and took us to college matches as kids so I guess it. It also forced any superheroine, when captured in their alias, to automatically reveal their true identity. That is what happened to Diana when after she had just returned home from busting another of Catwoman's plots and ended up killing 14 of her henchman in the process of apprehending her, police and US Marshalls, acting on a tip smashed through her apartment door. 4 officers held her down while another quickly fastened the collar around her neck. A brilliant flash of blinding light filled.