What would they be like? How hard would they punish me? All manner of questions began to rush around inside my head as I stood there staring at Miss M...anson. After a few moments, I slowly began to remove my clothing as I had been instructed to do. On seeing that I was carrying out her instructions, the retired teacher walked into the hallway and went to tend to her goats.As I stood in Pauline’s living room alone I began to grow increasingly nervous. The punishments that I had received from the. Afraid that was too much movement, and not wanting my brother to realize what was happening, I decided to not risk it and just rubbed his cock through his boxers. His dick had other plans. The more I stroked it, the harder it got. Until it just popped right out of the boxer hole thingy. At this point I was giving him a hand job, and he was starting to breathe a little heavier. I think he was close to cumming because he grabbed my hand whispered for me to stop. I listened but gave a naughty. Samantha stood there vulnerable and waiting, her tits stuck through the holes and at the mercy of the anonymous hands.And then she cried out in pain, excruciating pain. Something had happened alright, something violent to one of her tits. But still she stood her ground, tits still through the holes, still at the mercy of the torturous hands, waiting.She suddenly cried out again, even louder, something having happened to her other tit. But still she stood her ground, naked skin pressed up. As per usual, it was mostly junk. I had one letter from my publisher and another from my accountant. There were four bills and a letter for my wife from a government office. When I saw the words on the government mail front ‘Official Business, to be opened by addressee only’, my blood ran cold and my rage ran hot.I am Richard (Rick) Claymore, 33, and married to Catherine (Cathy) Claymore nee Signerson 29. We had been married for just over 5 years when the letter came. I have several traits that.