"Take my hand slave" I reach out and feel you grab my hand and lead me back out the door into the hallway. My ass so sore it hurts to walk as I follow...you down the hallway back onto the familiar carpet."You did very well slave for our first session" We stop walking. "Your clothes are at your feet slave you may get dressed, but do not take off the blindfold" I drop down to my knees feeling for my clothes. My hand brushes them as I feel for my shirt. I put it on then my socks. I feel around but. Mrs. Denver stopped after giving her daughter quite a severe spanking and said, “When I don’t think a hand spanking has given the required lesson, I use a paddle or hairbrush for a while. Charlotte, please get me the paddle brush from the cupboard.” Charlotte was conscious of all the eyes following her as she went to the cupboard and opened the door. The string of straps and canes and hairbrushes were easily seen and as she turned she saw the 16-year-old girl’s looking at each other with. Then she wentinto a nearby dresser to gather underthings."Time to get glamorous, Steven," she said cheerily. "But we won't be ableto call you by your boy name after that. So how about if right now westart addressing you as... Stephanie. Hmmm. I like that. Let's makeit... Stephanie Starr."As I stood there in a daze she began dressing me. There was a bra withimpossibly large cups, panties that I had to step into and slither silkilyup my denuded legs. Then came stockings. She showed me how. His tongue traced her warm body down towards the glowing majesty of her sex. With the covers pulled back completely, he could see the perfect shape of her pussy between her legs; there was already a glistening layer of her juices from her waiting hole. He kissed and licked up the inside of her thighs while she softly panted. His tongue had reached its zenith between her legs, and snaked up the smooth lips of her pussy; the taste of her juices electrified his body, and an erection steadily grew.