And with a horrid queasiness, he realised the thought of that thing on the boy he'd just caned was causing a stiffening of his own...oOo“So let me g...t the right file here. You're Alan Johnson, just sixteen and never been caned before?”“That's right, Matron.”She smiled at the attractive lad in front of her. “And, for the record, the usual six strokes on arrival.”“Yes, Matron.”“So Alan, if you drop those shorts, we'll have a look at the damage.” She bent to inspect the plum-coloured welts that. When he met her eyes again, they were no longer black. They were a deep, rich, velvety green. Green the color of life, of joy and passion. These were not the eyes of the temptress he had began to fuck. These were her eyes. Abraham gasped, and something inside him faltered. This one was powerful to be able to see inside of him like this. No creature of such abilities should be able to exist on the streets of his city without notice. Abraham felt that same sensation from before, that something. It felt like rejection. Then, my husband did something very loving. He bent his head down and suckled my breast. Neither of us planned for this to happen.The months that followed were some of the most intimate for us. He suckled my breasts every day. We researched erotic lactation and discovered other couples engaged in this intimate act. It was a special time for us every night, with both of us receiving pleasure through this new experience. I find it hard to explain except to say we felt. “Fuck we are a great match. Good girl. I am literally going to masturbate to what you just typed. I'm headed to bed sweetheart. Talk to you again soon!”I moaned in disappointment after reading his message, I didn’t want the fantasy to end. But I typed my farewell and thanks, and turned my computer off. My body was tingling all over and my mind kept repeating parts of what he’d said, and my cunt just kept clenching tighter and tighter in my arousal. I turned off the bedroom’s lone lamp and.