She would keep her standingMonday morning manicure appointment for now at least.Week 1 went well. No one noticed my nails on Friday, thank God. Thec...lear coat hid my mistakes on my own nails, and I got a little betterwith hers. "Not half bad," she declared that first Friday night.Week 2 was about the same. The manicure still was sloppy, though. Aboutas good as a 13 year old girl might do. But I vowed to press on.Week 3 showed some improvement. I couldn't get an even coat on. In the night she was lying beside me in nighty.Her night came up little higher than her knees and the breast buttons were open too as it was a summer night.I could not resist my self after seeing her juicy boobs and hot thighs.I took out my penis and kept in between her ass and placed my hands on her boobs. She was in full sleep mode and I was taking full advantage. Suddenly she got up and realized I was doing some thing wrong and slapped me.I said sorry to her and slept. After this many a. “For starters, I like my meat…tender” said Mr. Beckett as I heard him taking off his belt.I wanted to move, but my body still wouldn’t respond, and even if I could, I was way too sore to anything anyway.In just a matter of seconds, I felt the hard leather belt hit my ass. My body shook in pain as I let out a painful grunt.“How unsatisfying, you don’t seem to enjoy it all too much, but I assure you, in no time at all you’ll be pleading me for more” said Mr. Beckett as he lashed me with his belt. Fundamentalist Christianity was nothing short of pure medieval barbarism and absurd superstition in my book, and it tended to spread like a cancer. Radical feminism was also a disease to be purged with fire.“Simon Says, wake up, bitches! Now, you might wonder why I bothered with the bondage gear if you’re already mind-controlled by me. Well, that’s to make you suffer, of course! You must learn lessons, my dears that only pain mixed with pleasure can teach you. You must learn to welcome the kiss.