“For you, I think we can do that,” he said and pulled her in to kiss her on top of her head.She beamed and hopped up to kiss him on the lips. “O... goody, I’m glad this is going to work out. Maybe in the morning, we can do it the old-fashioned way.”They got into bed and were soon asleep. The next morning, they did it “the old-fashioned way”.Roger had told Jessica and Cathy to wear something casual and fairly conservative to attend their first munch. Their selected outfits were a study in. One minute she's rock solid, the next she's a fuckin' whimp. She still won't tell me who left the bruise on her arm last month. It wasn't me. I know that. I did leave one - by accident. She was being all coy 'bout goin' to the river with Peter an' me an' I grabbed her arm and pushed her into the car. We didn't do anything 'cause she didn't want to fool around which was cool but I just didn't want to be alone while Peter an' Trina fucked.But sometimes she's got other bruises, shit I know wasn't. Meri ek friend thi college ke dino main magar college ke baad hum log kabhi nahi mile ek din main jab office ke liye nikla to der ho chuki thi jaise ke main roz 9 baje office ke liye nikalta hoon magar usdin main 10 baje nikla aur bas pakad ke office jaraha tha ke jaise hi main buss main age badha to maine dekha ke meri wahi coleg wali friend baithi hai aur main uske pass gaya aur hi kiya use aur usne bhi mujhe hi kiya baad main pata chala ke jahan mera office hai wahin uska bhi office hai to. She had even practiced at home with a cushion and garden cane to get used to the power to be used when caning Cynthia. As Cynthia was placed in the centre of the punishment arena Emma glanced across at Sarah who had to remain naked and was still frantically rubbing her bottom with tears running down her face. Emma allowed herself to gloat at her suffering knowing she had deserved every spank and hopefully her bottom would sting for ages. Emma focussed again on Cynthia and in particular her.