For interrogation. For immediate sentence.?You pat your jacket pocket and her eyes follow your hand.?In here is a piece of paper already signed by the... Ministry of Justice. Your punishment and its duration have been left blank.?You give her your best gloat.?It’s simply up to me to fill them in !?You wallow and revel in your absolute power. You want her to see your enjoyment. It’s hard to tell with her face distorted by the gag, speechless, immobile. But you can see the jolt of stunned disbelief. I always have to crawl around and without knee pads so my knees are really rough and chafed. Sometime they bleed, then I am allowed to either walk or scoot on my ass until my knee heals.There are four things I hate with passion that he does to me whether it's punishment or for his pleasure...cold water, cuntbeating, ass fucking, and hoods.I was told to wear a transparent blouse and short skirt. He took me to K-mart to pick out my own ass lubricant. In the aisle, he pushed me down to my. John undressed and carefully folded his clothes, then sat back on the exam table with the towel across his lap. In a few minutes, Lucy re-entered the room, with four girls following her. She stood on one side of the exam table, and the girls lined up neatly on the other on the other. Two were blonde, one was brunette, and the last one had beautiful red hair. They were all wearing the school uniform of crisp white shirt, plaid skirt, white socks and dark blue buckled shoes. John recognised two. I imagine those 12 minutes were hell for her. I sat in my chair, the desk between us. ‘Kisses for me?’ She grinned. ‘Chocolate only, if you can’t be on time.’ Flirting. Cute. Adorable. ‘I won’t be late again.’ She ran her hands across my cleared desk. Nothing but a monitor, a keyboard, a mouse, and my phone. She looked around the office. Spotless. ‘Did you do this for me?’ she asked softly. I nodded. ‘I don’t want you uncomfortable when you come in here.’ She smiled, and stood up. ‘You didn’t.