She didn’t like men who beat their wives. She’d lived with a man like that, and had ended up in the hospital. She handed him the menu and scurried... off.“Did you call the police?” Paul asked knowing the answer even before asking the question.“She’s my daughter.”“She might be your daughter, but you’ve stopped being her mother. You’ve become her punching bag,” Paul said in a matter of fact voice.He was concerned for her, but he didn’t feel any sympathy for her. She was a willing victim. As far as. The list states 20 strokes to the breasts in order to maintain the contract,you will receive those 20 strokes now and count them out,if you forget to count then the punishment will be started over again,maintain your position as is and I will commence,once more flexing of the ratan cane took place and he placed the cane lining up as the breasts overspilled onto the desk as they lay in the specially produced stocks,with a bit of luck he could strike her nipples but to make sure he adjusted them. I thought about knocking on Mom and Avril's door butdecided against it as that lecture was something that could wait forlater. I stopped in a smoking area for a cigarette the ship was underfull steam and on its way to Lisbon and our departure point. Tonight wasmy last night on board, we would dock in Lisbon tomorrow and then wewould pick up a late evening flight which would take me back to thereality of home and normality if I could ever be that way again. I suckedin the menthol vapours as I. He bound my hands behind my back and bound my legs. At first i was standing in front of him. He started to suck my cock and i enjoyed it so much. "Ok now i want to put a mask on you. You will not be able to see nor say anything. Ready to lose control?" I nodded and got a huge gag into my mouth which was big enough to fill my mouth up but not as deep as i would choke. He bound my hands on his bed. It was a inflatable mask with pipes to my nostrils. I didn't see anything. Realizing that i was.