Tuesday, 24 September 2013

Nic's Tail

( This is a little guest vignette from Bared Anne, who I hope will provide us with many more stories to get our hearts a flutter!)

She was standing in the corner with her panties around her knees and her nose pressed to the wall waiting for him to call her. She loved to play this game with him. The naughty housewife being disciplined for her bad behavior. She knew that he loved to play the game too.

He was sitting on the bed admiring the view. He was letting her wait just a little too long because he loved to watch as she squirmed about. He loved to watch her beautiful ass sway slightly from side to side. Finally, when he sensed that she couldn’t wait any longer he called her to him.

She turned to him and walked slowly toward the bed. This was the moment that she both loved and hated. She knew that even though it was a game, the spanking would be hard. He always spanked her hard. She didn’t know why she loved it so much. She didn’t really like the pain. She loved the intimacy. She loved the feeling of submission. She loved being helpless over his knee being made to take whatever he gave out.
He took her hands and drew her between his spread thighs. He looked deeply into her eyes. He saw her desire and that little bit of fear that he expected. He said “Tell me why you’re about to be spanked.” He knew she didn’t really like this part. But for him it was an important part of the game. He liked to see the pink blush creep into her cheeks. To know that she was just a little embarrassed. He liked to know that she had to tell him that she’d been bad.

For her, this part of the game really wasn’t a game. She always confessed something real. If she’d gone over her budget or had done something she knew he would like. Maybe for her the spanking was really needed and not just wanted. Maybe this was her way of not feeling guilty for doing something she knew he wouldn’t like. She really didn’t know. She only knew that when he placed her over his knee she felt a weight lift from her shoulders. He took his time to position her just as he liked and then she felt his hand rubbing circles on each cheek.

He rubbed her cheeks taking his time to admire the feel of her smooth skin under his palm. He tapped between her thighs making her open them just enough that he could see her pussy lips; puffy and wet poking out between her cheeks. He raised his hand and smacked down hard on her right cheek.

She felt his hand come down on her cheek hard enough to push her against his muscled thigh. She let out a yelp before the second smack landed on her left cheek. Then he started a quick and hard rhythm never giving her the chance to catch her breath between smacks. Never giving the sting a chance to dissipate before the next

blow fell. Each blow building the sting and the heat on her bottom. She began to wiggle around trying to avoid the blows; trying to rub her clit against his thigh.
He watched her cheeks wobble with each blow; loving the groans and yelps he was causing. Loving how red her cheeks were getting. He knew he was giving her what she wanted, what she needed. That knowledge excited him. Feeling her rubbing against his thigh excited him. When her cheeks were a nice bright red he stopped. He rubbed his palm over and around her hot cheeks. He slipped his hand between her thighs and ran his fingers up and down her wet pussy.

She was glad when he stopped spanking. She didn’t think that she could take much more. When she felt his fingers on her pussy she opened her thighs further. She softly begged “please”. She repeated it over and over, like a prayer, like a mantra.

 “Please keep touching me, please make me come. Please, Nic, make me come”.

He heard her pleas. He slipped his fingers high inside her pussy and began to pump them in and out. All the while circling and pressing on her clit with his thumb. He listened to her whimpers and cries. He felt her muscles tensing around his fingers. She held her breath and became very still. He knew that was the moment. He pressed hard on her clit and rammed his fingers in high and hard. She came, clamping down hard on his fingers, screaming his name.

 “Oh Nic, god, Nic.”

She lay there panting, trying to catch her breath. She felt him slip his fingers out of her pussy and pat her ass. She slipped off his knees and knelt between them. She reached up, unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled his cock free. She leaned forward and took the head of his cock in her mouth. She heard his heavy sigh and thought to herself what a lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

Sunday, 22 September 2013

Fresher's Week pt2 Justine's Perspective

This story has been inspired by the Twitter images of Sachero07, set in a Britain of perhaps a not too distant future.
A Britain that has reverted to being a matriarchal society, after decades of male led 'boom and bust'.
To further enhance the 'female respect' rulings, the government persuaded the top ten universities to 'volunteer' in a female led mentoring scheme for all of the new intake. So as to make tomorrow's intelligentsia believers of a female led society. Not wanting to be seen as sub-standard establishments all the other universities followed suit.

I must admit, that when I first read about the mentoring scheme being introduced, I was so jealous that I wouldn't be going to a uni where it would be implemented. You really can't imagine my joy when I got the letter to say that the scheme was being introduced nationwide to all new British students, at all places of further education.
I am a big believer in the government's program of Female Respect, in fact my ambition is to work in the party's head office. I don't have any plans to be an MP, but rather to be one of the back room policy makers. In fact,I would go as far as to say that the Prime Minister, Helen Morrison, is my own personal role model, and heroine.
Of course I plan to keep all of these views very much to myself during my time at uni.

Today has been one of the best days of my life, once I was given the time and date for the processing day, I could hardly sleep with excitement. I knew that this Fresher's Week was going to be like none other before it, and I felt a certain pride knowing that I was going to play a part in this landmark experiment!
The morning started of great, right from the moment I entered the reception room. I checked in with the facilitators, and was given my file on who I was going to be mentoring. We were given strict instructions not to open the file until we entered the main hall. This in itself was no problem, as we only had about thirty minutes to wait till our eleven o'clock time slot.
I was also told that I could not talk to any of the boys until after the processing started, again no big deal, as I wanted to soak up the atmosphere, not have idle chit-chat.

When I entered the reception room there was only about two dozen or so people in before me. Needless to say, most of them were female, the males no doubt hanging back till as late as possible before entering. Which I suppose in their position, is quite understandable. After all they were about to lose so much of their personal freedom, but in the long term it will be all for the nations long term good.

I got myself a cup of coffee from the vending machine, and then sat down at a table where I could watch the newcomers arriving. I suppose I could have chatted with the other girls, but to what end?
It was so much more fun watching the down at mouth males troop in. I had no intention of letting any single aspect of today pass me by, and pointless idle gossip was not on my agenda.

I do have to admit that it was rather exciting, seeing each of the males enter the room, none of them really understanding what fate awaited them. Gone was all of the cockiness that I had had to put up with at both school, and six form college. Now they all had that look of condemned men, which to a certain extent, I suppose they were.
They just looked so pathetic, and bewildered, knowing that their cocks were going to be caged, but not knowing how long for. A day, a week, or even till the end of their degree course. Imagine that, three years without being able to orgasm?
Yeah, little wonder they looked so glum, and were so quiet.

Then as the previous intake left, the ten till eleven slot, the boys looked even more miserable. I'm not sure if it was because they knew that their time was near, or if it was seeing the others coming out. Either way, they looked even more disconsolate than ever.

Almost on cue, as I finished my coffee, we were called into the main hall. When I say we, I mean the ladies, the boys had to wait till after we were instructed as to the details of the day.

When we entered the main hall, it was set out in little rows of workstations, each one numbered. Also, the hall smelt strangely like a gym changing room for some reason, I was just taking it all in when one of the facilitators called us all together at the far end of the hall, well away from the door into the reception area.
She introduced herself as Dr. Mayfield, a professor of psychology at the university. She looked odd to say the least, she looked to be around fifty or so I would guess. Short dark hair, greying at the roots, and she wore the scruffiest clothes imaginable, it was as if she had modelled herself on the woman in that old detective series Vera.
First she gave the usual little health and safety run through, pointing out fire exits etc. Then she thanked us all for our participation in this experiment.
Then she started to get interesting, as she said.

“Ladies this could be a huge step forward in building a better, more well run society. You could this very day be taking part in a historic, and bold, start towards a new dawn in the way this nation is run.
For too long, the male orgasm has been at the centre of policies and decision making. I know that may seem an odd thing to say, but Prime Minister after Prime Minister, have been more bothered about their 'legacy', than they have about the well being of the nation, as a whole.
These outdated ideas of 'legacy, are little more than a sham, a base statement of machismo!
Today we start to rectify that sexual driven state of mind. In fact,when you consider the male orgasm it is in fact little more than a small ejaculatory spurt, when all is said and done. It compares in no way to the female orgasm, in it's complexity and significance.
So ladies; it falls into your hands, and your hands alone, to control these machismo tendencies of your charges, and to help them to develop into more caring, and useful individuals. To help them to develop, as both, better rounded personalities, and more attentive lovers!”

This little speech got a round of applause, as she stood to one side to let one of the other facilitators speak.
The second woman was younger, a lot younger, maybe thirty or so, and dressed in a what looked to be a lab technicians coat. She went onto tell us of the more practical things, that we would be doing.

Firstly we had to ask if they had shaved as requested, as pubic hair could cause a problem if it got nipped inside the chastity cage. Anyone who had not shaved, should be sent to her immediately.

Secondly, she advised us, that though our charges sexual release was within our power to deny, or to allow. She would however prefer it, if no release was allowed in the first three weeks. She also explained some of the hygiene issues relating to the chastity cage, and how to cure any possible 'erection problems' that may occur during the processing session.

Thirdly, and finally, she told us to pick an implement of correction, from the three available. We had a choice of, a cane, a tawse, or a wooden paddle. I chose the paddle as I have always been a keen racquet sports player, and the swing of that would suit me best. She also told us that after today we could mix and match with our fellow mentors as, and when it suited us.
Then said something that caused a little murmur of excitement, by way of stamping our authority at the earliest opportunity, we should employ some sort of corporal punishment during the 'processing' hour!

So I headed off to find my workstation, with my charge's file, a paddle, and my leather goody bag. I checked the bag out first. Inside it; was a pair of handcuffs, a ball gag, and four tins of freeze spray, the type you would use for sports injuries.
I also noticed a few tins of the same spray on the table, along with a bowl of iced water. I had however already decided upon using the spray, if the need arose, rather than using the water.

Next I opened the file, and that made interesting reading. My charge was Mark Foreman, he was almost twenty one, nearly three years older than me!
Mark had made the decision, a decision that I imagine he now no doubt regrets, to spend two years working on an archeological dig before taking up his degree. It just got funnier as I read on, not only did he take two years out, but it was two years working on a dig on the Cumbria moors!
Not for him some foreign exotic location, but just freezing his balls off on the northern moors. He does all of that, and then ends up here, getting locked up in chastity for three years, priceless!

I noted that we were both on the same history course, which was to be expected, as that was one of the main criteria for the allocation of the charges.
As I was reading more about his personal life, I noticed a tall slim figure standing looking at me. I recognised Mark from his picture, and invited him to take a seat.

I then spent about ten minutes or so, giving him a load of flimflam about how all of this had been pushed upon me, and I was as nervous as him.
Bless him! The poor lad seemed to believe my little act, I was about to keep up the charade for another few minutes, when I noticed that the girl across from me already had her boy stripped off. So I thought I had better get started as well.
After asking if he was shaved; I reached down to my side, and picked up the plain cardboard box, I then emptied the contents out on the table, so that he could, for the first time, see his chastity cage.

I then made Mark stand by my side, pull up his shirt, and lower his trousers. I could see that his attention had been taken by the antics going on opposite us, the other girl was now whacking the hell out of her boy's bare arse with a tawse. Also, we were now surrounded by the sounds of other chastisements being implemented. Mark seemed more than a little relieved to have me as his mentor, the silly boy.
Once his trousers were down, he stood at a loss as what to do next.
I must admit that I toyed with the idea of cuffing him, but then I thought I would keep those as a little surprise for a later date.

“It's alright Mark, I will see to those, if could just place your hands behind your back for me, and keep them there?” I told him, referring to his blue boxers.

I peeled them down slowly, enjoying his obvious discomfort. Then his half erect cock sprang out of the waistband of his trousers, practically poking me in the face.
OK, I'll be the first to admit that I have very little sexual experience. I've never had a proper boyfriend, as I tended to place more emphasis upon my schoolwork. So other than a couple of half drunk fumbles at parties, I had no real working knowledge of the male body.
So his cock springing at me like that took me by surprise, as I told him.

“Oh dear me! I wasn't expecting that...never mind though, I'm sure that we can work around it.”

I made a point of saying 'we' a lot, as I wanted Mark to feel that this was all teamwork, a young pair of friends making the most out of a bad situation.

As if!

I even gave his cock a friendly little pat, before picking up the base ring of his cage. I opened the ring up, so that it formed a clamp. I then grabbed his balls and pulled them up, so I could get the clamp behind them, and around the base of his penis.
You would not believe the fuss that he made, shouting out like I had just shot him. I know it's supposed to be a sensitive area for men, but really was there any need for all that, I ask you?

Now with all that fussing, and hopping about he had annoyed me. So the next part was I suppose a little cruel, given the circumstances. I picked up a tin of the freeze spray and staring him straight in his eyes, I shook it. I shook it what you would probably call a suggestive manner, reminding him, as if he needed any reminder, of what he was not going to be doing for some time.
Seeing that I now had his full attention, I again pulled his ball sack forward, sprayed behind it, then the front, and for good measure I also gave his still firm penis a good coating.
It had the desired effect as Mark's cock quickly deflated, but I knew I had to work quickly. We had been warned that the coldness would soon turn to heat, and that an erection could also quickly return. So maybe, in hindsight, I was a little too eager in forcing the tube on him. It was a very tight, and going by his groaning, an uncomfortable fit.
I did get manage to get it on him though, and got it nicely lined up with the base ring, so that when I placed the padlock into the guide posts, and clicked it home, the look on his face was one of pained defeat.

I still thought though that he had been really whiny throughout the whole processing. I know it couldn't have been pleasant for him, but he had been well warned in advance of what would be taking place, and I also still had to 'stamp my authority' upon him.
The thought of paddling his backside did cross my mind, then I decided that it was better to keep that in reserve for a latter date. No the best thing for a whiny boy would be an old fashioned bare bottomed hand spanking.
As I stood up, our height difference became clear for the first time, my head only reached the top part of his chest, as he loomed over me. Not that I was bothered by that, as I was the one in control of the situation.

“All that fuss over a little discomfort!” I berated him, as I moved to his chair and sat down. “Well if you are going to behave like a little baby, you will be treated like a one. Come on get over here...and you can have a spanking so you can feel some real discomfort!”

I felt so empowering as he draped himself across my lap. I could feel the hardness of his cage against my jeans, as he settled, somewhat reluctantly over my knees.
I slowly glided my palm over his lightly haired buttocks, I let my thumb slide down into the crease of his arse cheeks, not to deeply, just far enough to cause him to gasp out.

Then I started spanking him, I did not hold back, I wanted him to know from the outset that though I may be small, my arms were strong!
I spanked him good and hard, I wanted his bum cheeks to be ablaze, and after a couple of minutes the were a wonderful shade of scarlet. Mark was moaning and twisting about on my lap, literally begging me to stop. I realised that it was not just the spanking that was causing the pain, it would seem Mark is a little kinky, and was getting turned on.
Turned on, with the cage holding back his erection, I wondered to myself how much that would hurt?

Satisfied that I had indeed stamped my authority, I helped him to his feet and told him.

“Now let that be a little lesson to you. I don't like whiny babies! Keep that in mind and we should get along like a house on fire. Make yourself decent, and we can go for lunch...by the way, the gentleman pays!”

I even let him pick the restaurant, you see deep down, I like a man who is decisive.


Sunday, 15 September 2013

Fresher's Week (part one)

(This story has been inspired by the Twitter images of Sachero07, set in a Britain of perhaps a not too distant future.
A Britain that has reverted to being a matriarchal society, after decades of male led 'boom and bust'.
To further enhance the 'female respect' rulings, the government persuaded the top ten universities to 'volunteer' in a female led mentoring scheme for all of the new intake. So as to make tomorrow's intelligentsia believers of a female led society. Not wanting to be seen as sub-standard establishments all the other universities followed suit.)

The first thing that Mark noticed as he entered the hall was the distinct odour of menthol, the second thing was the way the hall had been set out.
An array of temporary partitioning had been set up, he quickly counted, there was a bank of four, of what could best be described as stalls, not dissimilar to those found at conventions, and exhibitions.
A quick glance, and Mark could see that each 'stall' had a large folding table, and a couple of chairs in it, also each stall had one of his future, female fellow students sitting behind the tables. He checked his card for the umpteenth time; #17, Miss Justine Lee, that was the name of his future mentor, disciplinarian and most importantly, key holder, for possibly the next three years.

Mark was part of the third group to be processed today, he was in the eleven to twelve time slot. When he had arrived at the ante room to the rear of the hall, the room had been clearly marked out, Ladies in one half, Gentleman in the other. They had been warned by the facilitators; who were giving out the cards to the males, and the files to the females, that there should be no talking across the gender lines till after the processing had been finished.
Not that any of the males was in a particularly talkative mood, they all just seemed quite lost in their own thoughts. The girls on the other hand seemed quite excited by what was about to take place. The nearest parallel Mark could draw was the scene after a football match, and the two sets of opposing fans, the victors jubilant, the losers downcast.

At about ten to eleven the hall doors opened, and the previous group came out, in their allocated pairings. As they walked past, Mark saw the distressed looks upon the male faces, he also noticed that the girls, as well as having a smug satisfied look on their faces, they were each carrying what looked to be a laptop case, more worrying though was the fact that several of the cases had canes protruding from them!

The next thing to happen was for the facilitators to usher the girls into the main hall, closing the doors behind them, clearly whatever was being said was not meant to be heard by male ears.

Mark, and his fellow male students sat waiting in nervous silence, it seemed like an age, though it was only a quarter of an hour, till they too were ushered into the hall. It was now clear to Mark that though he only had a number, and a name to go by, his female counterpart would have a complete file about him.

As he walked through the hall, he found number seventeen at the top of the third row. Stall seventeen backed onto twenty one so privacy was not complete, but by the same token his up and coming humiliation was not going to be completely public.
He looked into the stall, there behind the table sat a very young looking small mousy girl. She had dark hair, and a pleasant looking almost bookish demeanour, her eyes though were piercing blue, and they seemed to flash in delight, as she said.

“Hello, you must be Mark, please take a seat.”

Mark nodded, and sat down, still not breaking his silence, as he was at a loss as to what to say in such a strange situation.

“I know this will be a little awkward for both of us,” She said smiling, as if reading his mind. “it really is an odd state of affairs, but we will just have to make the best of it won't we?”

Mark nodded, swallowing hard, his mouth now dry as cinders, as he studied the items on the table. There was a bowl of water, a couple of tins of sport freeze sprays, and most ominously a drilled wooden paddle.

“I see you have noticed the paddle?” Justine said, in a reassuring whisper. “We all had to pick out an instrument of correction, it was either a paddle, a cane, or a leather strap. I chose the paddle as it looked the mildest of the choices. We will probably never have cause to use it though. Will we?”

Despite her kind tone, Mark was still not too sure of the young lady across the table from him.

“I see we are both doing the same course,” Justine continued in a conversational, and casual manner. “that is good. It means we can help each other, and of course I will be able to keep a keen eye on your progress. You do know how this will work don't you?”

“Er...well not really...we have been kept pretty much in the dark about the actual details.” Mark replied truthfully, finally breaking his silence.

“Oh dear! I'll explain things as best as I can. This is basically a mentoring scheme, to help males get through their course work in a more timely fashion than in the past. It would seem that in the past, a lot of time has been wasted partying and seeking sexual gratification rather than being spent on university studies. So to curb this...should we say time management problem...the mentor system has been put in place. Part of the scheme is that the mentors have control of the mentoree's , if there is such a word, sexual release.
So from now on in, an orgasm is to be looked upon as a reward, rather than a right. Hence the need of the males having to be locked in a state of chastity, for the duration of their degree work, or until this experiment is either abandoned...or for that matter expanded upon. Do you understand your situation a bit better now.”

“Yes...thank you Justine.” Mark mumbled, as his eyes fell again upon the paddle.

“Firstly Mark, as a matter of the new decorum, you will address me as Miss Justine, or Miss Lee, at all times. I know it is a bit of a bind, but it is also one of the 'female respect' rules.
Secondly, I see your eyes are upon the paddle again, your are aware that corporal punishment will be used if deemed necessary by a mentor?”

“Yes...Miss Justine.” Mark said struggling to reply.

Then, as if to hammer home Justine's message, Mark heard the sound somewhere to the left of him of someone being caned, he heard the swishing noise and then the report as the cane hit upon the bare skin. It was clear that some of the mentors were wasting no time in flexing their new found muscles, and positions of authority.
Mark was pleased that he seemed to have one of the 'nice girls' as his mentor.

“OK, time marches on as they say,” Justine said, the tone of reluctance in her voice quite clear. “so we had better get this all sorted out.”

She then opened one of the plain brown boxes laying on the floor by her side. Then Mark saw, his plastic chastity cage for the first time, as she laid it out on the table.

“I assume that you have fully shaved the area in question, as per your instructions Mark?”

“Yes miss...” Mark mumbled, knowing that, 'that time', was now upon him.

“Right then let's get it all over with, then we can go for lunch,” Justine said, sadly shrugging her shoulders. “if you could stand up and come over here?”

Mark felt his heart sink as she pointed to a spot on the floor by her side, to the left of her. As Mark stood up, he glanced into the opposite stall, only to see a male stripped completely naked being inspected by his plumpish mentor.
The noise of various chastisements being carried out echoed around the hall, and the mysterious odour of menthol had also now noticeably increased.
Now in his allocated space, Justine said to him, as if she was ordering a cup of coffee.

“Right Mark, if you could roll up your t-shirt, and lower your trousers for me please?”

As he started to roll up his shirt, he could see out of the corner of his eye, the naked male opposite bending across the trestle table, his mentor now standing behind him, with a cruel looking leather strap in her hand, and an equally cruel look in her eyes.
He thanked his lucky stars that he had Justine, instead of her, as he unfastened his trousers. He then clearly saw the other mentor lift her arm, then crash the strap across the naked buttocks before her.
As he lowered his trousers, another flashing whack of the strap took place across from him. Watching his counterpart being punished, was having a strange, and surprising physical effect upon Mark, as he felt his penis now starting to tumesce.
He then felt rather foolish, standing next to Justine, his hands hovering at the waistband of his boxers, awaiting for further instructions from his young mentor.

“It's alright Mark, I will see to those, if could just place your hands behind your back for me, and keep them there?” She said, in her quiet calm assuring voice.

Once Mark had complied with her wishes, Justine, rather theatrically lowered his boxer shorts, only for his semi erect penis to bob up in front of her nose.

“Oh dear me! I wasn't expecting that...” She said with slight annoyance, and surprise in her voice. “never mind though, I'm sure that we can work around it.”

She then patted the head of his penis, as a person would pat a dog or a cat. Then it ran through Mark's mind, his cock was indeed going to be her pet for the immediate, and foreseeable future.

Justine then picked a large ring from out of the box, and clicked it open, one end was hinged so that the ring made an open clamp. Her left hand rather roughly grabbed Mark's balls pushing them up towards the shaft of his cock.

“Aaargh...please that hurts!” Mark called out in anguish.

“Shush! Stop being such a baby...this will be over soon enough.” Justine hissed, all of her previous tenderness now deserting her voice.

Justine then quickly clicked the ring shut behind Mark's balls, and around the base of his penis.

“See it wasn't so bad...men are such babies!” She scolded Mark, giving his penis a firm slap, she then added. “We now have to rectify this, so it will fit in it's little cage won't we?”

With that, Justine picked up a tin of the freeze spray and started to vigourously shake it's contents. All the time her sparkling blue eyes were locked upon Mark's, a mocking smile now upon her face. Once satisfied that the can had been agitated enough, she then liberally sprayed all of Mark's genital area, the shock of the cold struck him immediately, as did the strong smell of menthol. The spray did it's job, as Mark's cock quickly went limp, and shrunk back to a more workable size for Justine's plans.

She quickly slipped the plastic tube over Marks flaccid manhood, causing him even more distress as the cold turned to a burning heat.
Then he heard the little padlock click...he was now locked.
His sexuality now a thing out of his own control, now it was solely in her, clearly, capricious hands.

“All that fuss over a little discomfort!” Justine said, as she stood up in front of Mark.

Mark looked down upon Justine, now realising just how small his mentor was, she could only be just a shade over five foot, not even coming up to Mark's shoulders. Yet here she was, scolding him like he was a little child.

“Well if you are going to behave like a little baby, you will be treat like one.” Justine said as she sat on Mark's vacated chair, and patted her lap. “Come on get over here...and you can have a spanking so you can feel some real discomfort!”

So despite Justine's implied earlier promises, here he was, draping himself over her lap, so she could smack his bare bottom.
Despite her lack of stature, Justine certainly had plenty of strength in her arms as Mark soon found out. It only took her a minute or so to have Mark's bottom cheeks burning as much as his balls were earlier.
The scent of her, her intimate closeness, her scolding words while she chastised him, were now effecting him. As earlier, while watching the strapping of the other student, he was being excited at the basest of levels. This time though, with his cock so securely caged, he had no room for growth.
The pain in his cock was much, much, worse than that being inflicted upon his bottom. Despite his mind knowing that an erection was a physical impossibility, it did not stop his body from trying to attain one.
This was a pain of a kind he had never felt before, this pain coupled with the humiliation that he had just endured...was..exquisite beyond words!
Once he had reached the point where Justine had him pleading for mercy, she finally stopped, and helped him back to his feet.

“Now let that be a little lesson to you. I don't like whiny babies! Keep that in mind and we should get along like a house on fire.” Justine told him, her voice slowly returning to it's previous, amicable level. “Make yourself decent, and we can go for lunch...by the way, the gentleman pays!”

Somethings never change then, Mark thought to himself as he pulled his clothing back up.