No one was going to push me where I didn’t want to go. Drunks are like that. Control allows us access to the next bottle, the next high. Give up tha...t control and you give up…you give up your life. Not a great life, I’ll admit. But it was mine. And it wasn’t all that bad.So no, I didn’t give up control a lot. I like to be able to get a handle on things that could affect my consistent routine. I work, I play, I drink. If I have a relationship, she has to fit in the play or the drink arena.. Amy is chewing on her lips though cries of pain trying to stop herself from admitting her growing lust for this spanking. Her ass is starting to get sore and that sweet burning sensation from the skin starts to become more visible in her mind. She wonders if the Doctor can feel the heat though her patterned black tights. Her face is glowing red, a warm flush from being bent over at this angle and her cute ass disciplined. The Doctor is using both hands making sure to evenly slap Amy’s ass. . she was scared to hear.When Mike opened the door in response to his wife's knock, Katelyn burst anxiously into the room. Mike was wearing khaki shorts and a blue Ralph Lauren polo. He looked relatively calm and handsome with his dark hair neatly combed. Katelyn noticed he had dark circles beneath his brown eyes."Listen, Mike. I'm sorry..." Katelyn began, but he stopped her.Oh no, Katelyn thought. He didn't even want to hear what she had to say, wouldn't listen to the explanation she'd been. There was webbing inside that'd thankfully trapped me, like a dolphin in a tuna net. And I wore a Bubba-sized t-shirt against the sun, the hem hanging nearly to my knees, so I felt safely covered.I was glad--we all were glad--when we finally wound up back at the cottage, ordering up pizzas as we took turns showering and getting back into clothes.For pizza, Lynne shocked all showing up in a t-shirt tight enough to declare she wasn't wearing a bra. I certainly chewed my slices slowly. And.