“I like the way I jiggled all over,” and she bounced up and down to make her belly flop and quiver. “I like the way that feels. I like my bell...y, Mom.” And having said that, she began rubbing it sensually and it made Karen instantly uncomfortable. “I don’t wanna be gross, but I like the weight I’m at now. I think I might wanna be a little bigger still though. I want a bigger belly.” What was she supposed to say to that? What could she say against that? If the girl was happy with. I hope you will find your peace.’ With that, Lydia walked past me, and as she went by she looked up and into my eyes. For a moment, I thought she would kiss me. But she kept going, down the stairs, out the door, and, I thought, out of my life. That Saturday evening, my doorbell rang. I was watching TV, wearing only boxers and a white t-shirt. I went to the door and saw Lydia standing on my stoop. She was wearing a tan pleated skirt and a white blouse. I was going to duck back and run to put. I couldn't figure what her problem was. I had watched her be a real whore for two strangers, and knew she had fucked and sucked another guy's balls dry, so why wouldn't she agree to a little friendly swapping? We argued about it a little more, but I soon let it drop.Instead, I realized how much fun I was having manipulating her into different situations and watching her whore for other men. I began to keep a notebook with dates and times, places and names (where I knew them), and how I had set. 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.