”“But I thought you said you told her what happened.”Dorrie raised her hand. “I did, but she wants to hear it from you.”I was confused, “w...hy?”Dorrie shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know, but best you go home and face the music. I daresay this will be the last time we see each other.”“What? Why, why can’t I see you again?”“Listen Barry, now she knows I don’t think she’ll trust us to see each other again.”I saw a look of sadness on her face, it wasn’t unlike the look I saw when she had lost her. From a military perspective, it was quite a lopsided little conflict with the forces of Generalissimo Franco running roughshod over the religious elite and the progressive thinkers that saw Herr Hitler as a threat to all of Europe as well as neutral-minded Spain.I had established a “stringer” relationship with a New York City newspaper with international aspirations and my official title was Jack Kruger, Foreign Correspondent, 55 Worth Street, NYC, NY, USA (Attn: Manhattan News Service)My later. Our bed has two leather straps, like long belts, which go around the mattress and buckle to hold the belt firmly in place. One is around the mattress in a location which places it under a kitten’s neck. The other is placed under her hips. We keep the straps unbuckled and tucked away until we want to use them. Andy had buckled them in place.When I returned from the dungeon where I had raided the toy box for the things I would need, she was naked, sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me.. 'you know what im sick of your screams.'he walked around the table and shoved what was left of my panties in my mouth. then duct taped my mouth closed.'stop crying slut' he resumed spanking me once again. till the phone rang. when he put the phone down he turned to me. still bent over his desk. crying with many bruses on my ass. he admired his work then slaped my ass with his hand. I squeedked. the pain was excrutiating. I wanted to run and hide. but I knew my legs wouldnt carry me, and what.