Bend over the chair, Bitch!"I didn't hesitate for a second and bounced up. Still dizzy from my widly intoxicating cock worship, I teetered over to the... chair, bent over resting on my hands and waiting for Mistress. I thought, "What a miserable little twat I am," totally submissive, cum still splattered on my face, I was prepared for a spanking and still my little clitty was hard and wet.Mistress pulled down my panties, "Does my little sissy need to be punished?" she asked."Yes Mistress," I. Wilson after three minutes.Finally, Bill Wilson appeared. He was gaunt, dark circles and bags ringed his red, weary, watery eyes. He looked worried and afraid. The crowd applauded and cheered; to his surprise.Brittnay Hughes ran to him and hugged him; the Chief of the State Patrol offered his hand, and his congratulations along with a wood and brass plaque commemorating his brave deed those months before."Speech – Speech – Speech," the crowd cried.Very quietly, very humbly with head lowered,. Crime and Punishment is a work for pure fiction and all locales, names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or living persons is entirely coincidental Table of Contents Prologue Chapter 1: Crime Chapter 2: Induction Chapter 3: Inducement Chapter 4: Preparation Chapter 5: Humiliation Chapter 6: Auction Chapter 7: Training Chapter 8: Wedding Chapter 9: Servitude Chapter 10: Punishment Epilog Crime and. Kiss my ass cheeks and tell me how beautiful it is.The bartender pressed his lips on my ass cheeks and kissed every inch of it. He kept praising my ass, telling me how big and round it is. I then pressed his head against my ass and moved a little closer to the pervert man.Me: Look here my lover, this is how I like a man to worship my ass. Now watch him worship my asshole. Did you hear that, Mr Bartender?The bartender asked my permission to touch my ass cheeks. I found that sweet, so I told him.