In the gym, the female personal trainers usually wore tight, dark blue, lycra pedal pushers that ended just beneath the knee with a range of different...tops, in white or yellow. As Emma moved round the gym, it was quite evident that her long slim legs and gorgeously pert bottom were her crowning assets. At the disco, it was also quite evident that the rest of her features, including her small, but beautifully formed boobs, were also pretty good. She had her browny, auburn hair that she was. Vestiges of her noblewoman’s arrogance could still be seen as we walked her down the stone-floored corridors, down the steep staircase, to the punishment room, but traces of fear appeared on her beautiful face when she was chained up to the metal frame, her wrist cuffs snap-linked to thick metal rings just above her head. Her cape was removed by Daphne, then Astrid walked around her, showing her the thin, leather coach whip she had had soaked in a bucket of water especially for Celia. Ì’m going. Tumi nischoeye esho, noyeto ami amar gyyder kut kutuni te pagol hoye jabo.” Ami Sapna boudee ke bollam, “ami jodi Bombay to jai to ami tomake kemon kore chudte parbo, kenona Subhash to Bombay tei thakbe? Aar ami Subhash Bombay te thakle tomake chudte parbo na. Ami jodi Subhasher anupostite te Bombay jayee tahole byapar ta nno rakom hoye jabe aar seta ami chai na.” Sapna boudee amake bollo, “tumi Bombay chole to esho, baki byabostha ta amar oopore chere dao. Tumi dekhbe je Subhash nije theke. Then you were gone. I stood there completely exposed and completely in the dark waiting. Waiting just like you had this morning. It seemed to go on forever, although I tend to over exaggerate. Suddenly I felt cold metal clamp down simultaneously on my nipples. I cried out. In an instant, you had swept me off my feet and over your knee. Your hand rubbed my lace-covered ass as goose bumps covered my skin in anticipation. All the waiting ended for me with a sharp slap to my ass. I gasped at the.