She placed her other hand on my back and pressed me toward her. My erection throbbed and pushed back against her walls as it made it's maiden voyage. ...eraphine squeezed me toward her until are bodies were pressed tight. She held me there, kissing me, rubbing my butt and back. I was as far as I could get inside her, I could feel the heat coming from us, inside out and I no longer noticed any cold air in the apartment. My aching grew as I slid back the way I had just come in. Seraphine felt. I was questioned about what I had received in the past, in other clinics, as she had always used straps and paddles to apply therapy on me in the past. I told her that I had been whipped twice and never really had the cane. The whipping left marks that lasted nearly two weeks which I found hard to hide. She was however adamant that I required a more severe strength treatment. In her experience a wetted towel covering the buttocks would keep nasty wheal at bay allowing cane or whip treatment to. ‘Fuck, I love sucking your balls!’ Eric’s dick was starting on upward climb, having grown to about 13 stiffening inches. Donna noticed this and eased up on her tongue lapping and jerking, she wanted him hard, but not too hard for what she had in mind. ‘Now, little boy, this is your 18 year old baby-sitter talking to you. I’m on my knees in front of your big wee wee, and you asked me to help you pee,’ Donna said has peered into his dick slit while gently sliding her two hands up and down his. Leather crops!! Dozens upon dozens of them in every shape and size. My damn pussy is drooling now. I can feel the wetness in my crotch as I walk toward them. Like a moth drawn to a flame I stare at them with the wide eyed wander of a child on Christmas morning. ‘Does Madame see one that she fancies?’ he asks. She sees many of them. I fight to stay calm now. First, the right crop must be chosen, then I must find someone skilled enough to use it on me. It has been so long now. Biting my lip I.