“What the hell Vi?”She tested the water with the tip of her tail, finding the temperature to her liking, then slid in waist deep. She lay back, re...ting her elbows on the grass and lounging. She curled her tail around my waist and pulled me closer to her as I brushed my sodden hair from my eyes.“We could have had a bath at home,” I complained as she drew me towards her, a mischievous glint in her eye. She gripped my hair again, the sting giving me an almost Pavlovian erection, I really had to. I then dropped the stick and sat on my knees, I started spanking her ass with my hands now. I spanked her buttcheeks with one hand and pinched her nipples with the other, she was screaming out, luckily hers was the only flat on the floor. I kept on spanking even though she cried out “Mala maaf kar, nako maarus dukhtay”(Please forgive me, don’t spank it’s paining)Me: Parat mala na vicharta asa karshil( will you do it without asking again)She: Nahi malak, kadhich nahi. Mala maaf kara mala rahavla. In the beginning she had tested His patience but He'd always caught her and she'd been punished. Not badly, at least not at first. The last time however...She lay down on her bed, naked but for the collar He'd given her, legs splayed and her right hand pressed against her mound. Her left hand trailed along her body squeezing her breasts hard and pinching her nipples then releasing them when the pressure got too intense then gradually closing her hand around them again and again. The delicious. Of course the whole thing was rigidly, boned.Morgana threaded the laces through and fastened the whole thing withmetal clips to a row of metal rings all-round the top of her corsetproper. Then they pulled it in, massaging the superfluous flesh intothe cups. Her bosom was raised and hoisted up and projected rigidly infront of her. Her arms, held in the boned leather sleeves to half waydown her upper arms, had their short-lived ability to move abruptlyremoved. And a kind of metal frame sewed.