The bodystocking was crotchless, giving me a glimpse of her shaved pussy. Her hard, long pink nipples poked through the tight fishnet.‘Fucking fanta...tic,’ I muttered, pulling my shirt off to reveal my pierced nipples and muscled, hairy chest. I was now fully hard.Dan walked in with a tray with a couple of bottles of beer on it. I took mine and took a deep drink. He put the tray on the coffee table and stood waiting, a very visible bulge pushing against the apron.‘I need a glass and fetch a. Then, just as the ringing and tingling from the first 12 slaps reached a crescendo, she would give you another 12, and so on until you had taken the full 48. Then Miss Goodhall came around to your left hand side and applied the same chastisement to the top of your right thigh with her flattened right hand. Miss Goodhall always slapped you on both legs. She was right-handed when she wrote on the blackboard, but when she whacked you she seemed to be ambidextrous because the smacks from each of. His father's death had been sudden, a shock to them both. His mother, ofcourse, appeared to be bereft and put on him more and more, depending onhim for his support and he tried his best to fill the gap his father hadleft in her life. Her demands on him increased daily, however, she almostexpected him to wait on her hand and foot as she played the role of ahelpless and distressed widow. He went along with it quietly andobediently, as always, too scared to object or argue with her and. . well, we went to stay with her - the journey’s only half a day, but does involve some roads where the drivers seem to park their brains elsewhere so there can be hold-ups. Inevitably the day we travelled there were plenty of those. With the result that it was my turn to be stiff, achy and cranky - very cranky.Sam suggested that she might give me a ‘rub-down’ with an ‘oily rag’ as it were - whereupon my other half immediately announced she needed some fresh air and exercise and would take the.