Of course, I moved my hand up to find the real thing; warm, silky-soft, slightly damp from perspiration and body lotion. Sweet and petite. I lifted it...from below and caressed it. There was her nipple. The areola was tightly puckered with the thick little nub, thick, in the middle of it, there against my fingers. This was better than the masturbation fantasy I could ever make up and I felt it down below. I was tight against my jeans. I felt like I wanted to push against something. What I was. Every year, we put the tree in the same place, so there wasn't any problem with getting that much of setting things up - the only question was going to be what view of it Mom wanted to have facing 'out', and that only involved turning the tree around on it's axis until she was satisfied.The next thing was to go up into the attic and dig out the decorations - which I did, handing them off to Holly and Susan, who moved them to where they'd be handy by the tree. The attic was a little dusty, so as. Master walks away and I hear his toy cabinet open meaning he’s getting something else or swapping the paddle. Sadly I can’t see but part of me is glad I can’t. As I continue to wait I hear Master walking back to me and instantly I hear the whoosh Just before I feel the sting on my pussy lips. He’s whipping my pussy, as I feel the pain I can hear the wetness of it. He doesn’t stop till he has whipped me ten times. Before I have calmed down his fingers are inside me again but four of them I think. "What? Did you say somethin'? I can't hear. Where am I?"Holding the ear medicine in one hand and the eyedropper in the other, she started to laugh, resisted it, and closed her eyes patiently. "Speedy, please... you'll make me laugh and spill this stuff all over the bed. Now... please... stop."I groaned, "Okay," and laboriously rose to turn over on my other side. Already weak, I feigned an even greater weakness, moving slowly and spasmodically, writhing at every turn as if in pain. "Oh... Uh....