I figured that for the rest of February and March, I’d like to have my Sundays wide open.”“When does Sensei Jim leave?”“March 7th. And he’... not back until mid-September. I don’t know the exact date because he doesn’t know it yet.”“Are you going to have any time off?”“Yes. Because I’m doing the lunchtime and afterschool classes Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, Jolene is going to teach those nights. I plan to skip those most of the time so I can spend time with you guys, plus work a bit later to. Oh, that felt so good. I moaned a bit and he realized I am liking it. He was sliding his finger in and out for a minute. Then went in the second finger.I could feel my hole stretching a bit. Another two minutes of squishy pumping with two fingers and then came finger number three. He folded my legs to my chest and asked me to lift my bums. He put some more lotion and had his three fingers in my hole.In out, in out, in out, they went making squishing sound with each motion. I was stroking his. Mom kissed me on the cheek. I caught Maggie's little grin at that."So, did you make it through the program all right?" Mom asked."Yeah." I turned to Maggie. "I told them Monday night that I was in it, when they called."She grinned at me. "Did you tell them that big bad Mr. Tilling made you partner up with a girl you couldn't stand?" Yeah, I think I remember mentioning that." Mom and Dad were looking at all this with interest. "Mom, Dad, this is my girlfriend Maggie. Mags, these are my folks.". As is his normal practice he started with the slave's back. You know the pattern of tartan. Well we call it Struthers Tartan when you view a slave's back after a dozen or so lashes delivered by this practitioner. He can either draw blood with every stroke or, as in this case, leave the most impressive and vivid weals on the skin of his subject. Every individual blow is measured and the effect of the lash as it lands precisely on its target every single time is exquisite. To watch as each impact.