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“Tommy” Part 11″Tommy”By GentilePart 11———Panted I was to dispense of my part, comb it straight back after substituting Vitalis with Brylcreem.”Cully, it’s right here for when Miss comes.” She’d showed me. Twixt visits I’d secretly do the substitution, look at it in the mirrors, then shower it out before Girl arrived home from work. My hands shook as I worked it in—then hard brushed it thru. We’d put in special lighting and it helped. One morning I’d spied her looking at her bottom with the same hour glass hand mirror as I held now. We’d found it at an area swap meet. “It’s antique, boy, let’s get it.” She was naked, white and gleaming. She angled it one way to the wall of mirrors in her bathroom. Then changed the angle, back & forth, up & down, around & around she moved, her face impassive, eye lashes extended, at the last freezing her body in place as I backed away from my hiding place.I possessed that antique mirror now. I wasn’t as adept at angling it though: the reflection of pink panties & near jet black hair was amazing.”Boy!””Man, you’re getting her pissed!” I chided myself, aloud, everything was aloud now. “GD lunatic.” I snatched up her belt. “Let’s go.”I wasn’t permitted to make eye contact. “Cast your eyes to the floor.”It’s laid out as follows: Master Bedroom, master bath, laundry room, back patio doors, kitchen, living room, spare bedroom & bath. Straight shot, 80’x14′.I would try and get a quick look as I passed into the kitchen. There was a 5×5 opening in the wall twixt that kitchen & living room. I would level my head and try and catch her, but, it was very difficult. Just a glance. Had on the same black stretch pants and that same burdur escort gray sweatshirt. And the glasses. Large frames. I’d searched that house top to bottom after Girl left for work and could not find those GD glasses. She didn’t wear glasses. It was the only article she’d donned that appealed to me aside from the adorable pink tennis shoes Miss wore, probably for traction. They were so sweet. I wanted to be on top with Miss’s legs spread wide at matching & precise angles with those pink tennis shoes on. I wanted to love Miss and have Miss love me. Alas, those shoes too I searched for—in vain. And that sweatshirt. I’d wondered what she was hiding under there. I wanted to know. “You dummy, you, it’s Girl, she’s got the same damn thing.””I know, I know, but, I want to see them.””Cully’s not a tit man.” Rang thru my gourd. Maybe I could be a tit man with Miss.I faced the carpeting as I cut the corner. Everything at sharp angles & levels. “You bend over correctly, so that you’re straight up and straight over. Brace yourself on the edge of the couch, fingers straight out, thumbs straight down. Keep that panted bottom on the corner, edged properly. Do not raise it for any reason whatsoever. Be-not-proud. I pull the panties down. That is my province, mine and mine alone. I do not pull the panties up. That is your responsibility. And it’s not pannies. It is panties, the (t) is present. You will account for that (t) and not overly so, Cully, or, you will be punished.” A slight pause—then on to the end that first day: “You’ll learn as we go. I will teach you through discipline and of course the tried and true method; corporal punishment. Yes, here we escort burdıur utilize the strap and I will spare it very little.”Girl wouldn’t spank me. “No, Cully, I’m not doing that. We’ll get somebody.” She raised her from Hell.”My belt.” I handed it over.”Bend over. Feet at shoulder width, plant them.” She’d attach a spreader bar to my ankles then. Girl got it somewhere and gave it to her.She always smacked the couch cushions a couple good ones before the interrogation went forward. Today was no different. “Thwack!!!” 3 times. “GD lunatic, you.” To-my-self.”You want to watch, is this correct?””What?” & I knew better.”She slashed me twice.””I ask the questions.”The reason why only she pulled the panTies down was because once down I couldn’t get them back up in the state I was in. So, once down I was in trouble. Difference was welts, or, no welts.”You want to watch, is this correct?” That nasty, superior, impatient tone, yes, that I lived for, but still indicated I was beneath her contempt. Only doing this because she’d been asked to.”Yes, Miss.” “She knew.” “Of course she knows, she’s Girl!””I know, I know. Leave me alone, I’m trying to survive, not make sense of this.””Have you been leaving open magazines; bookmarked at articles, letters, and materiel about this activity and your proclivity to and for it?””Oh, my God, she knows.” The magazines were never disturbed. I figured she hadn’t seen them. & I’d left so many. “Oh-my-Lord.””Thwack!” In my panic I’d forgotten to answer. “Yes, Miss, I did that.””You’ll offer no interference, resistance, or, complaint, aka whining about this activity. Is this correct?””Yes, that is correct.””If you change your burdur escort bayan mind, or, experience any question, comment or concern about this activity you will bring same to Girl’s attention at the first opportunity?”I still hadn’t learned.”Can you give that one to me again?” I was asking for it, yes, but, there was some dichotomy twixt the last 2 queries.My bottom was immediately reddened and my panTies pulled down toot sweet after the reddening. I didn’t care. I wanted them down. I wanted my bottom heated. The end was near.”If it becomes a problem you will speak up, in private with Katie-Girl?” Just a trace of laughter. Laughing at me. I loved Miss.”Yes, I will.””There’s more, but, Girl requested that I curtail this classroom session as she has many duties to perform before your house guest arrives on the morrow.” I was grateful. She usually hounded me about menstrual cycles & c***dbirth. “How would like to have a week of headache, body ache and bleeding from your cock once a month? You couldn’t stand it. Or, a football being pulled from your asshole, you asshole?” I wasn’t up to it this time with Tommy coming, on the morrow.It was Crescendo time. My word. Hers: “Brace.” Rule Number One: real tears, not fake. That was the only rule and it was strictly enforced. I’d failed once. And I never failed again.Miss re positioned those adorable pink tennis shoes, spread them out to her advantage.”Brace!”The tears came easily—I craved them. I needed to eclipse that level of pain where pleasure would imminently follow. Where the tendrils of nerve endings would activate in the farthest cadres of my physiology. The pleasure then would catch fire, radiate and sustain for days, if not a week, or, more. A loving warmth. Crescendo was akin, just to an inane comparison that sequence -Raging Bull- where LaMotta lets Robinson in. “C’mon, what are you waiting for, Ray? C’mon!!!”I’d let Miss in.———

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