It was my first erection since my circumcision and felt a little odd.
The governor used her knife to move my c**k back and forward as if to test its stiffness.
“You can’t control yourself can, you?” she asked still holding me down with her arm. Aren’t you ashamed?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“You should be. I don’t want to have to look at that. I suppose you regard yourself as a stud?”
“No ma’am,” I answered hastily.
“No?”
“No ma’am.”
“Why not?”
“I have no reason to, ma’am.”
“You’ve got a big d**k. That’s usually enough for men to regard themselves as studs. How long is it?”
“I don’t know ma’am.”
“I don’t believe you. Every man knows the length of his c**k. Don’t lie to me!”
She pressed the knife edge harder against the underside of my c**k at the base as if about to sever it.
“About nine
