“Let’sloosen her up a little more shall we?” Placing his left handon the girl’s lower back to steady her, he worked the greased rod intoher r...ectum, forcing out a grunt followed by further sobs. Despite her weakenedstate, the reflex of her anal muscles resisted briefly, but this was easilyovercome. She began to cough and splutter as he introduced it more deeply.He held the baton in position for a minute or so before proceeding, allowingthe feelings of violation and humiliation develop within. The heavy slipper tapped my bottom two, three times as Jeff made sure of the range and angle, then I felt a movement of air before an explosion of pain burst full across both cheeks.I leapt into the air, howling like a banshee, both hands clamped to my burning backside. Through teared eyes I could see Jeff tapping the slipper against his palm. 'That is how it's meant to be used,' he said. I took a long shuddering breath, took my hands from my bottom, and bent over once more. 'Wow,' said Jeff.. She was so happy, so eager, so filled with new self-esteem and confidence that would make most ther****ts proud of their work. Ray encouraged Lori and me to continue with our private sessions, and, we did so in her room. The three of us grew so close, as though we were married. We did most everything together, even going to Mass and Communion every Sunday, holding hands while we kneeled in the pew after Communion, thanking God for His wonderful blessings. A couple of times a week, I would leave. It was chilly out but even so some of those costumes were almost more than an old man's heart could stand.I had stepped out onto the porch, either my first mistake or the first right thing I did all day. Now surrounded by nice looking girls (ain't it wonderful how the older you get the better looking the young girls get?) When I held out the bowl it was like looking at locust descending on a corn field. Hands came from everywhere and in a flash the bowl was empty. I'll tell you, I don't think.