She took her office bag infront of her body. That's normal in Mumbai train. Her face expression revealed that she is noticing that I am staring her. M... hand is on her hand. But now she has no other choice, all handles are occupied. As train moves fast. Her body moves little a bit and it touches me. Next station arrived. Few people got out. Few people moved forward. But she didn't moved and neither she removed her hand, which is under my hand. There were enough space ahead and few handles were. " His hand comes down again with a stinging blow. "Two," I say. Two more in quick succession, one on each butt cheek. "Three. Four," I gasp out. Once more, another loud slap. "Five!" His hand rests there for a moment, then squeezes and lets go. I slip off his lap, straight down onto my knees again. "I'm sorry, Master. Thank you for correcting me." "Don't forget. Now hurry up." "Yes, Master." I turn and crawl out of the room on my hands and knees, with him following behind me. I go to the. She then drew it back and unleashed a powerful forehand which drove the spanking paddle hard against the lower part of my fleshy bottom.“Whack!”I tried to jump up from the table, but Auntie Wendy pushed her weight down on my back, ensuring that I could not go anywhere as Natalie Bolton continued her work with the paddle.“Whack!”“Whack!”“Whack!”“Whack!”“Whack!”After those first half a dozen swats, Mrs. Bolton paused and leaned across to inspect my bottom. She ran her right hand across my burning. I get a rush of anticipation as you get up from the couch and come this way. Every click of your fuck-me heels makes my cock and balls get tighter in my makeshift, handcuff cock-ring, and I can hardly wait for you to teach me a lesson! You sternly say, "That cock better be hard!" as you enter the bathroom and stand next to the tube. But I can't see you from behind the closed lid as you snidely warn, "You have already lost the privilege of touching me, and you will lose the privilege of seeing.