The saddle of the bike would feel like sitting on a bajtar tax xewk. Ahead of her my bedroom has what looks like a floor to ceiling, side to side mirr...r. About a meter away from the mirrored glass, my chaise lounge and a small coffee table. The Fuck chair and it looks imposing as I seat her down, confused for a split second. I hadn’t anticipated her shortness and my dick rested over the top of her head instead of normally able to ram it straight into the back of their throats. So instead I grab. As we arrived at our 4 Star hotel there was a meeting with the holiday representatives but Donna and I decided to check out the local supermarket for drinks and nibbles for our room, something we always did on arriving at any hotel. We’d been back in our room around twenty minutes when there was a knock on the door, Donna threw on a dress as I put my shorts on, upon opening the door there stood a young girl, “Hi I’m your holiday rep you didn’t come to the meeting”, “No sorry we went out for a. I teased one pinching making it harder, and I reached for the pants hanger with the other hand. I pushed the clip on the pants hanger open, held my nipple still with one hand and closed the clip on the nipple. Using the hanger as a makeshift nipple clamp. The pain felt delicious.It spread from my nipple down my stomach to my pussy. I teased the other nipple and then attached the other clip on the hanger to it. I allowed the hanger to fall over on its side, and as it did both nipples were. God it hurts, and i wonder if i will end up bleeding all over the bedspread. There is nothing on earth that would make me use the safeword during this punishment. i deserve everything he gives me with this caning. By the third time the cane strikes, i can already feel myself letting go. the pain is unbelievable, and i am gasping for air, but i feel myself being released from torment. The tears begin to flow a little. His continued blows are deliberate, steady, and powerful. i do not bother to.