Aimee gave me a present the morning of graduation. She gave me a fancy calculator. It was so cool. It would perform all the basic 4 math functions, as...well as it had a memory key and would perform square roots too. It was so much better than my old slide rule. She must have spent nearly a hundred dollars for it. I know today you can buy one in the dollar store for a buck, but remember this was 1973.I had a harder time figuring out what to give Aimee, but then one day while walking in the mall I. I was locked in chastity and I hadn't cum in what felt like half a life time. In actual fact it was 8 days 9 hours and, I glanced at the clock... 42 minutes.It was hurting. "Shake your ass while you scrub" Her order was barked. I bit my lip and stuck out my arse and shook it in time to my pan scrubbing.I hear a deep throaty laugh. Her chair pushed back. The hairs on my neck stood up as I felt her approach. She grabbed my hips and started grinding into me. She was nibbling at my ear. Then. .crop..cat..crop..cat..over and over. My muffled moans and the loudsmacking of my punishment push my Mistress over the edge, bringing her toclimax quickly in a single impassioned gasp.As the whipping continues, each woman relishing each ass-reddening blow,Mistress turns my face up to hers and glances at my smeared makeup andlipstick, made sticky by her juices. She stares deeply into my eyes.I almostforget the pain."Does the whipping hurt my poor little slavegirl?" She coos softly."Harder!" She. ? The he yelled, ?didn?t Ifucking tell you to stop bitch?! Don?t you know what stop means you ignorantfucking bitch?!?? With one final powerfulsqueeze on my hand, my pinky finger completely popped out of place.? I screamed and tears began rolling down myface.? Once he let my hand go, I moved itslowly to my chest and cradled it with my other hand as though nursing it insuch a way would help.? All the while hisfoot did? not press any harder on the gaspedal and we continued on at a pace that.