WHACK. You feel the sharp sting of the crop on your labia. “One. Thank you for teaching my cunt.”You feel a rapid set of harsh slaps now and hope ...that you counted right. “Two, three, four, five and six. Thank you for teaching my cunt.”You feel a much harder impact now, and you know I’ve switched to a paddle, slapping it hard. You feel the blow move you forward. “Seven. Thank you for teaching my cunt.”The next several beatings are hard, and you know you’ll feel bruised and used after this.. I whispered that after having a full head to toe, front and back, massage I always felt like I could conquer the world.Then she said the immortal words."Could you give me one?"I am not too sure but I think we both blushed at the same time before I told her that I could try. I stopped the massage and she turned to face me, her face still red. She asked me what she had to do and rather than pushing my luck for asking too much I instructed her to lie on the sofa face down. She kicked her. . I strongly feel that this race isn’t going to roll over, present its belly and give up. Even without Precog, why can the Captain not understand that his ego is endangering the whole ship? The same for the Commander. Just because our race has subjugated many planets that did not fight back, or did so ineffectually, there is no reason to think that this Earth will do the same thing. Any reasonable being would think the exact opposite. We have never encountered a race that almost constantly. " Well, it's about time. I'll be back in a minute."As I lay there wondering what sort of torture Dianne had in mind, I heard the door to the microwave open and close. Then there was the bell a few seconds later that said whatever she was warming up was finished, and the sounds of the door closing again. She came back into the room,"Alright...slip your shorts off." But I don't have any underwear on Dianne." You do remember I’ve seen you before? Do you want some pain relief or not...I don't have.